From wonder he passed to delight, and from delight to an almost feverish desire for more.

He swayed her to his will with a well-nigh savage exultation, and she gave herself up to it so completely, so freely, so unerringly, that it was as if her very individuality had melted in some subtle fashion and become part of his.
And to the man there came a moment of sheer intoxication, as though he drank and drank of a sparkling, inspiriting wine that lured him, that thrilled him, that enslaved him.
It was just when the sensation had reached its height that the music suddenly quickened for the finish.

That brought him very effectually to earth.

He ceased to dance and led her aside.
She turned her bright face to him for a moment, in her eyes the dazed, incredulous look of one awaking from an enthralling dream.

"Oh, can't we dance it out ?" she said, as if she pleaded against being aroused.
He shook his head.