A single turn proved to them that their methods were incompatible; instead of fitting into each other their bones seemed to jut out in angles making smooth turning an impossibility, and cutting, moreover, into the circular progress of the other dancers.
"Shall we stop ?" said Hirst.

Rachel gathered from his expression that he was annoyed.
They staggered to seats in the corner, from which they had a view of the room.

It was still surging, in waves of blue and yellow, striped by the black evening-clothes of the gentlemen.
"An amazing spectacle," Hirst remarked.

"Do you dance much in London ?" They were both breathing fast, and both a little excited, though each was determined not to show any excitement at all.
"Scarcely ever.

Do you ?" "My people give a dance every Christmas." "This isn't half a bad floor," Rachel said.