Part 47 (2/2)
”A little. Don't be too anxious about it. Don't look at your feet.”
”But if I don't they go all wrong. It was you who trod on mine that time.”
”I know. I'm sorry. It's a little difficult not to.”
”Am I holding my train all right?”
”Well, there's no need to grip it as if you were afraid it would run away. It will follow all right. Hold it gracefully.”
”I wish I wasn't a girl.”
”Oh, you'll get used to it.” We concluded our dance.
”What do I do--say 'Thank you'?”
”Yes, prettily.”
”What does he do?”
”Oh, he takes you back to your chaperon, or suggests refreshment, or you sit and talk.”
”I hate talking. I never know what to say.”
”Oh, that's his duty. He'll try and amuse you, then you must laugh. You have a nice laugh.”
”But I never know when to laugh. If I laugh when I want to it always offends people. What do you do if somebody asks you to dance and you don't want to dance with them?”
”Oh, you say your programme is full.”
”But if it isn't?”
”Well, you tell a lie.”
”Couldn't I say I don't dance well, and that I'm sure they'd get on better with somebody else?”
”It would be the truth, but they might not believe it.”
”I hope n.o.body asks me that I don't want.”
”Well, he won't a second time, anyhow.”
”You are rude.”
”You are only a school-girl.”
”I look a woman in my new frock, I really do.”
”I should doubt it.”
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