Helena rose from the grass, pausing to say as she turned towards the house: "We're going to dance in the drawing-room, Mawson says.

They've cleared it." "Doesn't it look nice ?" Helena assented.

"Let me see--" she added slowly--"this is the third dance, isn't it, since I came ?" "Yes--the third." "I don't think we need have another"-- the tone was decided, almost impatient--"at least when this party's over." Mrs.Friend opened her eyes.
"I thought you liked to dance every week-end ?" "Well--ye-es--amongst ourselves.

I didn't mean to turn the house upside-down every week." "Well, you see--the house-parties have been so large.

And besides there have been neighbours." "I didn't ask _them_," said Helena.