“Nonsense！Therefreshmentswillbe’kurgemass’，ofcourse。”
“Youcangoyourself。”hesaid。
Aballisnotthesamethingforawomanafterfiftyasitisbeforetwenty，butstillithasclaimsupontheimagination，andthenovelcircumstanceofaballintheKurhausinCarlsbadenhancedtheseforMrs。
March。Itwastheannualreunionwhichisgivenbymunicipalauthorityinthelargehallabovethebathrooms；itisfrequentedwithsafetyandpleasurebycuriousstrangers，andnow，uponreflection，itbegantohaveforMrs。Marchthecharmofduty；shebelievedthatshecouldfinallyhavemadeMarchgoinherplace，butshefeltthatsheoughtreallytogoinhis，andsavehimfromthelatehoursandthelatesupper。
“Verywell，then。”shesaidatlast，“Iwillgo。”