He insists upon dancing with his wife.
Hold him by force." They were standing near the staircase and some distance from the lift.
Mrs.Thornton ran up the stairs, pausing for an irresistible moment and looking down at the company.

As she stood there, poised, she looked a royal figure with her cloth of gold train covering the steps below her and her high and flashing head.

"Wait for me," she said, imperiously to Price.

"I cannot meander down that corridor, deserted and alone." Ruyler smiled at her, but said to Gwynne: "I'll just go and engage my wife for a dance and be back in a jiffy--" Gwynne clasped his hand about Ruyler's arm.

"Just a moment, old chap.