I ought to have known you again, but--you look so different----" "In evening dress! So do you; but I recognized you in a minute.

Look here" (in sudden compunction), "am I keeping you from a partner ?" "No more than I am keeping you!" twinkled Quenrede, pointing to the empty line on her program.

"I'm not dancing this, so I came here to--to enjoy myself." Her companion laughed in swift comprehension.
"I don't know how other people may find it," he confided, "but hour after hour of this sort of thing gets on my nerves.

A tramp over the moor is far more my line of amusement.

I was wishing I might go home!" "So was I!" "But there's still at least another hour and a half." "With extras, more!" admitted Quenrede.
He held out his hand for her program.