CHAPTER SIXTEEN“No one can talk of anything else except for you,” Tony told Ann, forgetting his shyness for the moment, “and all the men are furious with me.”
“Why?”
Ann asked innocently, looking up at him as they danced in the crowded ballroom with its high windows opened to the starry night.
“Because you let me bring you here tonight,” Tony said, smiling down at her.
“I have had seven other invitations,” Ann said, “but, of course, I came with you, I had promised, had I not, the very first night I arrived?”
“I was afraid that you might chuck me,” Tony confessed.
Ann laughed.
“Oh, no,” she said. “I am a girl of my word at least generally.”
“I think you are wonderful,” Tony whispered.
His face was pink at his own daring, but he guided her steps skilfully to avoid a couple who were
