seemed to be begging. Withdrawing his own gaze almost immediately, so swift had been his satisfactory appraisal, he was nevertheless aware that she was contriving, without appearing to do so, without, indeed, appearing to look at him at all, to edge nearer to him. Never once, while she carried out her design, did her hands refrain from the rhythmic clapping which accompanied the juvenile dancers. When at last, she stood by his side, so close that he might touch her, she continued to pretend that she was only interested in the intricate steps of the Charleston. Anatole, outwardly, gave no sign whatever that he was aware of her presence.
After they had played this game of mutual duplicity for some time, she, losing patience or acquiring courage, accosted him.
Hello, 'Toly.
He turned, without a smile, and stared at her.
Ah doan seem to recerllec' dat Ah got duh honour o' yo' acquaintance.
You ain', Mr. 'Toly, an' dat's a fac'. Mah name's Ruby.
He did not encourage her to proceed.
Ruby Silver, she completed.
He: remained silent. Presently, in an offhand way, he began to clap his hands. A particularly agile lad of six was executing some pretty capers. Hey! Hey! Do that thing!
