I had always liked dancing at school. Here the music was far
better and the scene infinitely prettier; it was very
pleasant, I thought. That is, when Captain Percival did not
talk; for he talked nothings. I did not know how to answer
him. Of course it had been very hot to-day; and the rooms were
very full; and there were a good many people at the hotel. I
had nothing but an insipid affirmative to give to these
propositions. Then said Captain Percival insinuatingly —
"You are from the South?"
I had nothing but an insipid assent again.
"I was sure of it," he said. "I could not be mistaken."
I wondered how he knew, but it did not suit me to ask him; and
we danced on again till the dance came to an end. I was glad
when it did. In a minute more I was standing by Mrs. Sandford
and introduced to Captain Boulanger, who also asked me to
dance, and engaged me for the next but one; and then Mr.
Caxton brought up one of his brother cadets and presented him,
and he asked me, and looked disappointed when for both the
next dances I was obliged to refuse him.
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