"Like it?"
"I never felt I was doing a rumba before. Even"--she laughed lightly
toward me--"with the eminent professor Wylie."
"He's good," Gwen said. "But you have to be experienced."
"I used to think I was."
"You will be, lamb," Gwen said.
An announcer lengthily discussed various food products. Gwen turned
him down to an indecipherable mutter. When strains of music returned
thinly, Yvonne asked, "Can you tango?"
Gwen nodded.
So they danced again and, by and by, as they passed me, Yvonne said,
"Mind if I borrow your girl friend for a brief chitchat?"