"There is one more set of Lancers before supper.

Will you be my partner ?" He shook his head.
"Not even to please you, my child!" and taking her hand he patted it kindly.

"There is no fool like an old, fool, I know, but I am not quite so foolish as that." "I see nothing at all foolish in it," pouted Lucy.

"You are my host, and it's my coming-of-age party." Helmsley laughed.
"So it is! And the festival must not be spoilt by any incongruities.

It will be quite sufficient honour for me to take you in to supper." She looked down at the flowers she wore in her bodice, and played with their perfumed petals.
"I like you better than any man here," she said suddenly.
A swift shadow crossed his face.