Mrs.
Thornton was standing just within the doorway, but came toward him with lifted eyebrows.
"This is like old times," she said playfully.
"I found less mail than I expected and thought I would come and have a dance with my wife." His eyes wandered over the large room, gayly decorated, and filled with dancing couples.
Mrs.Thornton laughed.

"A belle like your wife?
She is always engaged for every dance on her program before she is halfway down this corridor." "Oh, well, husbands have some rights.

I'll take it by force.

I don't see her--she must be sitting out." Mrs.Thornton slipped her arm through his.

"This dance has just begun.
Walk me up and down.