“Whatnumber？“askedthedriver。
“Idon’tknow，“repliedGodfrey，“theBall，GrosvenorSquare。“
Offtheywent，andinduecourse，reachingthesquare，droveroundituntiltheycametoagreathousewherethereweresignsoffestivityintheshapeofanawningabovetheentranceandacarpetonthepavement。
Thecabstoppedwithajerkandavoicefromabove——neverhavingbeeninahansombefore，atfirstGodfreycouldnotlocateit——exclaimed：
“Here’syourBall，younggent。Nowyou’dbetterhopoutanddance。“