Don't begin to dance!" He pressed at his misty eyes, half under the impression that she was taking a succession of dazzling leaps in air.

Terror of an impending blow, which he associated with Emilia's voice, made him entreat her to be silent.

After a space, he breathed a long breath of relief, saying: "No, no; you're firm enough on your feet.

I don't think I ever saw you dance.

My girls have given it up.