The gallantry accorded with the ball-room,--the hard stone pavement.

Not even had the grass been pulled up, but that would be all right after dancing there the first day.

"Nay, why art thou sitting there ?" spoken with a kind of morose friendliness, was the invitation to dance; and this served for seven dances.

"Only don't be melancholy!" resounded from the company, and now the greater portion moved phlegmatically along, as if in sleep or in a forced dance: the girl with her eyes staring at her own feet, her partner with his head bent toward one side, and his eyes in a direct line with the girl's head-dress.

A few of the most active exhibited, it is true, a kind of animation, by stamping so lustily upon the stone pavement that the dust whirled up around them.