You're a strange man.
You've just been introduced, you know--by me--and you're begging for the pleasure of the first waltz, and Anne pretends that her programme is full, and you look over her shoulder and see that it isn't, and that she puts you down for all the nice ones.

And you sit out all the rest, and you flirt on the stairs, and take her in to supper, and, finally, you know, you pull yourself together and you do it--in the conservatory.

Oh, it'll be so amusing, and so funny to watch.

You'll begin by being most awfully polite to each other." "I suppose I may yet be permitted to call this strange young lady Anne ?" "Yes.

That's because you remember that you _have_ known her once before, a very long time ago, when you were children.