And lots won't imagine that I should ever come to the dance at all." Even at that moment a little smile played about the lips.

"And if the ball had been a week ago, I shouldn't have gone, should I?
I should still be wearing sandals," she explained, as she looked down at the buckles of her trim satin slippers, "and haughtily wishing you all good night in the hall here.

No, it will be easy enough.

I shall just shake hands with Mrs.Willoughby, pass on with the rest of our party into the ball-room and then slip out by the corridor at the side of the park." "It's dangerous, Joan!" said Miranda.
"Oh, I know, but----" Joan rose suddenly with her eyes upon the door.
"The others are coming.

Miranda, will you help me?
I would have driven over to Harrel in my own little car.