He had checked one impulse, but even to his endurance there were limits.

He spoke as one goaded.
"Will you give me one ?" She looked him squarely in the eyes.

"No, Captain Monck." His dark face looked suddenly stubborn.

"I don't often dance," he said.
"I wasn't going to dance to-night.

But--I will have one--I must have one--with you." "Why ?" Her question fell with a crystal clearness.