the window; and now Hart found out what they were talking about.
"Isn't it dreadfully warm, Mr. Hart?" said the girl. As she had been dancing and was fanning herself furiously, Hart agreed.
"The hall looks very pretty, doesn't it? You are so clever at decorating things down here!"
Hart looked around him.
"Yes, I think it's pretty," he said.
"Those pillars are dreadfully in the way."
"I should think they were."
This was easy enough. A pause followed.
"The floor is very good," said the girl.
Hart looked at the floor.
"Yes," he remarked, "and it is quite crowded."
From the floor his glance passed to Miss Redmond's face. She appeared to be having a very good time. She was animated and smiling as if they had been indulging in quite a wonderful and brain-enlivening conversation. Somehow Hart began to pluck up courage. He ventured some remark about the music. It was accepted.
Just as they had got back to the weather again
