about four to one
Gay surveyed them dispassionately with her misty , violet eyes . `` Do n't be silly , '' said she serenely ; `` my shoe hurts . '' They gave her up as hopeless and faded away , one by one , bent on finding someone to finish the waltz with . Men out-numbered girls by about four to one in Wankelo . Only Tryon stayed , lounging against the wall , smiling subtly to himself . `` There 's Molly Tring just coming in , '' said Gay to him . `` You 'd better go and get a dance from her , Dick . ''