Selwyn's very precise moustache; after all, my
rhapsody had not been altogether thrown away. As I ended, the
opening bars of a waltz floated out to us. Mr. Selwyn glanced back
over his shoulder.
"Ah! I suppose you can find your way out?" he inquired.
"Oh, yes, thanks."
"Then if you will excuse me, I think I'll leave you to - ah - to do
it; the next dance is beginning, and - ah - "
"Certainly," I said, "of course - good-night, and much obliged -
really!" Mr. Selwyn bowed, and, turning away, left us to our own
resources.
"I should have liked another ice, Uncle Dick," sighed the Imp,
regretfully.
"Knights never ate ice cream!" I said, as we set off along the
nearest path.
"Uncle Dick," said the Imp suddenly, "do you 'spose Mr. Selwyn wants
to put his arm round Auntie Lis - "
"Possibly!"
"An' do you 'spose that Auntie Lisbeth wants Mr. Selwyn to - "
"I don't know - of course not - er - kindly shut up, will you, Imp?"
"I only wanted to know, you know," he murmured.
Therewith we walked on in silence and I fell to dreaming of Lisbeth
again, of how she had sighed.
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