Thorold. I trusted him.
"Did he want you for this dance?" was all he said.
"For this, and for the next," I answered.
"Both gone! Well, may I have the third, and so disappoint
somebody else?" he said laughing.
If I did not talk much with Mr. Thorold in intervals of
dancing, at least we did not talk nonsense. In the next pause
he remarked that he saw I was fond of this amusement.
"I think I like everything," I told him.
"Are the hills better than this?" he whispered.
"Oh, yes!" I said. "Don't you think so?"
He smiled, and said "truly he did." "You have been over the
Flirtation walk, of course?" he added.
"I do not know which it is."
He smiled again, that quick illuminating smile which seemed to
sparkle in his hazel eyes; and nodded his head a little.
"I had the pleasure to see you there, very early one morning."
"Oh, is that it?" I said. "I have been down that way from the
hotel very often."
"That way leads to it. You were upon it, where you were
sitting. You have not been through it yet? May I show it to
you some day? To-morrow?"
I agreed joyfully; and then asked who were certain of the
cadets whom I saw about the room, with rosettes of ribbon and
long streamers on the breast of their grey coats?
"Those are the Managers," said my companion.
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