Hannah danced little, a voluntary wallflower, for she looked radiant in tussore silk, and there was an air of refinement about the slight, pretty girl that attracted the beaux of the Club.

But she only gave a duty dance to Sam, and a waltz to Daniel Hyams, who had been brought by his sister, though he did not boast a swallow-tail to match her flowing draperies.

Hannah caught a rather unamiable glance from pretty Bessie Sugarman, whom poor Daniel was trying hard not to see in the crush.
"Is your sister engaged yet ?" Hannah asked, for want of something to say.
"You would know it if she was," said Daniel, looking so troubled that Hannah reproached herself for the meaningless remark.
"How well she dances!" she made haste to say.
"Not better than you," said Daniel, gallantly.
"I see compliments are among the fancy goods you deal in.

Do you reverse ?" she added, as they came to an awkward corner.
"Yes--but not my compliments," he said smiling.

"Miriam taught me." "She makes me think of Miriam dancing by the Red Sea," she said, laughing at the incongruous idea.
"She played a timbrel, though, didn't she ?" he asked.