"However, they seem to expect me." She took up her position and pointed a square black toe.
"Mr.Hewet, you bow to me." It was evident at once that Miss Allan was the only one of them who had a thoroughly sound knowledge of the figures of the dance.
After the lancers there was a waltz; after the waltz a polka; and then a terrible thing happened; the music, which had been sounding regularly with five-minute pauses, stopped suddenly.

The lady with the great dark eyes began to swathe her violin in silk, and the gentleman placed his horn carefully in its case.

They were surrounded by couples imploring them in English, in French, in Spanish, of one more dance, one only; it was still early.

But the old man at the piano merely exhibited his watch and shook his head.

He turned up the collar of his coat and produced a red silk muffler, which completely dashed his festive appearance.
Strange as it seemed, the musicians were pale and heavy-eyed; they looked bored and prosaic, as if the summit of their desire was cold meat and beer, succeeded immediately by bed.
Rachel was one of those who had begged them to continue.