As far as _we_ are concerned, the ball is over, for we have quitted it.

We have at length removed the _gene_ of our presence from the company, and have left them to polka and schottische their fill until the morning.

We have reached our own part of the house.

My cheeks are burning and throbbing with the quick, unwonted exercise.

My brain is unpleasantly stirred: a hundred thoughts in a second run galloping through it.