“What are you doing here?” she asked him, stopping and informing her partner that she was going to sit down a moment.
“Nothing,” answered Cæsar, “I am waiting for this waltz to finish, so that I can get away.”
“You are not enjoying yourself?”
“Pish!”
“Nevertheless, there are amusing things about it.”
“Ah, surely. Do you know what happened to me with the Countess Brenda?”
“What did happen?”
“When she came in and gave me her hand, she said: ‘How hot your hands are; mine are frozen.’ And she held my hands between hers. That was comical.”
“Comical! Why?”
“How do I know?”