Why, there's Adora Boniface! Hester shrilled. You know she's a former stage woman. People like that would never be received in Washington. Society is so mixed here.
How's your mama? Mary inquired, with a swift anxiety to change the subject. I saw her in a box a little while ago.
She's not very well, Hester replied. The weather's so nasty and it affects her rheumatism. Poor mama! She's been quite poorly.
Un peu malade, un petit peu, Orville explained. He rubbed his pale palms together and stared fixedly at Byron.
We just made her come tonight, she goes out so little, Hester continued. Do go and speak to her.
I shall, Mary promised, as she turned away.
Vulgar prig! Byron was in a bad temper.
Well, she can't help it, Mary said, but Orville is a little too much even for me.
Silly nance! Byron growled.
Dear old ruffian, when I dance with you I forget all of them.
Me too!
They're playing the Tin Roof Blues!
And we're dancing it! He clasped her in his arms. This time she buried her head shamelessly in his shoulder, and did not look up.
After the second encore they found themselves standing near Ollie and Howard.
