What did SHE think?
Did things look lively enough?
And how about herself--was she enjoying it?
Stupidly Annixter drove the question home again, at his wits' end as to how to make conversation.

Hilma protested volubly she would never forget this night, adding: "Dance! Oh, you don't know how I love it! I didn't know myself.

I could dance all night and never stop once!" Annixter was smitten with uneasiness.

No doubt this "promenading" was not at all to her taste.

Wondering what kind of a spectacle he was about to make of himself, he exclaimed: "Want to dance now ?" "Oh, yes!" she returned.
They paused in their walk, and Hilma, facing him, gave herself into his arms.