10/37 As Arkwright passed along the edge of the dancers a fan reached out and touched him on the arm. He halted, faced the double line of women, mostly elderly, seated on the palm-roofed dais extending the length of that end of the ballroom. "Just the person I was looking for. How is Margaret this evening ?" "As you see," replied the girl, unfurling the long fan of eagle plumes with which she had tapped him. |