But I'll tell you what I think." "What ?" "That there's no chance for, Burnamy.

He's taking his daughter out to marry her to a crowned head." XV.
It was this afternoon that the dance took place on the south promenade.
Everybody came and looked, and the circle around the waltzers was three or four deep.

Between the surrounding heads and shoulders, the hats of the young ladies wheeling and whirling, and the faces of the men who were wheeling and whirling them, rose and sank with the rhythm of their steps.

The space allotted to the dancing was walled to seaward with canvas, and was prettily treated with German, and American flags: it was hard to go wrong with flags, Miss Triscoe said, securing herself under Mrs.March's wing.
Where they stood they could see Burnamy's face, flashing and flushing in the dance; at the end of the first piece he came to them, and remained talking and laughing till the music began again.
"Don't you want to try it ?" he asked abruptly of Miss Triscoe.
"Isn't it rather--public ?" she asked back.
Mrs.March could feel the hand which the girl had put through her arm thrill with temptation; but Burnamy could not.
"Perhaps it is rather obvious," he said, and he made a long glide over the deck to the feet of the pivotal girl, anticipating another young man who was rapidly advancing from the opposite quarter.

The next moment her hat and his face showed themselves in the necessary proximity to each other within the circle.
"How well she dances!" said Miss Triscoe.
"Do you think so?
She looks as if she had been wound up and set going." "She's very graceful," the girl persisted.
The day ended with an entertainment in the saloon for one of the marine charities which address themselves to the hearts and pockets of passengers on all steamers.