The things we do!

"Do you know many people? This is your first appearance in society? Shall
I introduce you to some nice girls to dance with?" What very pretty
buttons!"
"Is that what you wanted to say?" asked Clive, rather bewildered.
"What does one say at a ball? One talks conversation suited to the place.
If I were to say to Captain Crackthorpe, 'What pretty buttons!' he would
be delighted. But you--you have a soul above buttons, I suppose."
"Being, as you say, a stranger in this sort of society, you see I am not
accustomed to--to the exceeding brilliancy of its conversation," said
Clive.
"What! you want to go away, and we haven't seen each other for near a
year!" cries Ethel, in quite a natural voice. "Sir John Fobsby, I'm very
sorry--but do let me off this dance. I have just met my cousin, whom I
have not seen for a whole year, and I want to talk to him."
"It was not my fault that you did not see me sooner. I wrote to you that
I only got your letter a month ago. You never answered the second I wrote
you from Rome.


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