"Shall I go and fetch you some?" said the General, bursting with wrath.
"Let ME go, I entreat you," George said.
"No, I will go to Amelia's box. Dear, sweet girl! Give me your arm, Captain George"; and so saying, and with a nod to the General, she tripped into the lobby. She gave George the queerest, knowingest look, when they were together, a look which might have been interpreted, "Don't you see the state of affairs, and what a fool I'm making of him?" But he did not perceive it. He was thinking of his own plans, and lost in pompous admiration of his own irresistible powers of pleasing.

"Shall I go and fetch you some?" said the General, bursting with wrath.
"Let me go, I entreat you," George said.
"No, I will go to Amelia's box. Give me your arm, Captain George," and with a nod to the General, she tripped into the lobby. She gave George the queerest, knowingest look, which might have been interpreted as, "Don't you see what a fool I'm making of him?" But George did not perceive it. He was thinking of his own plans, and lost in pompous admiration of his own irresistible powers of pleasing.
