Solemnly he danced with her.
Four times, with not the slightest encouragement, she brought him a favour: 'four times in succession.

When the fourth came, "Look here!" said George huskily.

"You going to keep this up all night?
What do you mean by it ?" For an instant she seemed confused.

"That's what cotillions are for, aren't they ?" she murmured.
"What do you mean: what they're for ?" "So that a girl can dance with a person she wants to ?" George's huskiness increased.

"Well, do you mean you--you want to dance with me all the time--all evening ?" "Well, this much of it--evidently!" she laughed.
"Is it because you thought I tried to keep you from getting hurt this afternoon when we upset ?" She shook her head.
"Was it because you want to even things up for making me angry--I mean, for hurting my feelings on the way home ?" With her eyes averted--for girls of nineteen can be as shy as boys, sometimes--she said, "Well--you only got angry because I couldn't dance the cotillion with you.