"May I look at my watch?" I asked my partner, breaking a silence
which had lasted from the beginning of the waltz.
"Oh, HAVE you got a watch?" she drawled. "How exciting!"
"I wasn't going to show it to you," I said, "But I always think it
looks so bad for a man to remove his arm from a lady's waist in
order to look at his watch--I mean without some sort of apology or
explanation. As though he were wondering if he could possibly stick
another five minutes of it."
"Let me know when the apology is beginning," said Miss White.
Perhaps, after all, her name wasn't White, but, anyhow, she was
dressed in white, and it's her own fault if wrong impressions arise.
"It begins at once. I've got to catch a train home. There's one at
12.45, I believe. If I started now I could just miss it."
"You don't live in these Northern Heights then?"
"No. Do you?"
"Yes."