They began dancing at once, and as soon as the floor became crowded they disappeared.
Jack Meredith was an adept at such matters.

He knew a seat at the end of a long passage where they could sit, the beheld of all beholders who happened to pass; but no one could possibly overhear their conversation--no one could surprise them.

It was essentially a strategical position.
"Well," inquired Jack, with a peculiar breathlessness, when they were seated, "have you thought about it ?" She gave a little nod.
They seemed to be taking up some conversation at a point where it had been dropped on a previous occasion.
"And ?" he inquired suavely.

The society polish was very thickly coated over the man; but his eyes had a hungry look.
By way of reply her gloved hand crept out towards his, which rested on the chair at his side.
"Jack!" she whispered; and that was all.
It was very prettily done, and quite naturally.

He was a judge of such matters, and appreciated the girlish simplicity of the action.
He took the small gloved hand and pressed it lovingly.