I"-- holding out her hand--"shall take your advice, I think, and go to bed." "It was bad advice," says Curzon, taking the hand and holding it.

"Stay up, enjoy yourself, dance----" "Oh! I am not dancing," says she as if offended.
"Why not ?" eagerly, "Better dance than sleep at your age.

You--you mistook me.

Why go so soon ?" She looks at him with a little whimsical expression.
"I shall not know you _at all_, presently," says she.

"Your very appearance to-night is strange to me, and now your sentiments! No, I shall not be swayed by you.