For once it was natural.

If she were wanted thus again, the action must be his,--not hers.

She was clever enough to know that.
'What do you think of it ?' she said, when he waited to take her home.
'It is the only good dancing I ever saw in my life.

But----' 'Well!' 'I will tell you to-morrow.' 'Tell me whatever you think and you will see that I will attend to you.
Come about eleven,--not sooner, as I shall not be dressed.

Now good-night.'.