There, go; I'm all right now." Tita waves her gaily out of the room.

She is indeed in the merriest mood, having enjoyed her evening immensely, and danced to the very last minute.

She had been thoroughly sorry when Sir Maurice had told her that she ought to say "Good-night" to her hostess and come home.
She had not noticed the coldness of his manner at all, being so disappointed at his suggestion; but she had said "Good-night" at once to old Lady Warbeck, who would have liked her to stay on, having taken a great fancy to her; and as she had come back in a brougham with Margaret and Colonel Neilson and Minnie Hescott, she had not seen her husband since.
Having at last dismissed her maid, who had insisted on waiting to take off her evening dress, Tita sits down before the glass to look at herself (all women like looking at themselves), and to think over her evening.
How well the men danced, especially Tom!--though, after all, not so well as Maurice.

What a pity she could not have had that _one_ dance with him he had asked her for.
She leans forward, and pulling some hairpins out of her short, curly hair, pushes it into another shape, a little lower down on the neck, to see if that would suit her better.

No, it wouldn't.
After all, Maurice _might_ have asked her again.