Each head was held at the angle that best displayed the well-dressed hair and cleverly trimmed hat; each light skirt was held waist-high with a dexterity that allowed the elaborate petticoat to sweep out from the neat ankles in a whirl of lace.
Some of these girls danced with pleasure-seeking young Englishmen or Americans in conventional evening dress, others with little clerks in ill-fitting clothes and bowler hats, while many chose each other for partners, and glided over the waxed floor in a perfection of motion difficult to excel.
Leaning back against the wall, he watched the picture, gaining courage with familiarity, and unconsciously a little gasp of regret parted his lips as the waltz crashed to a finish and the dancers moved in a body toward the tables and the bars.

Then for the first time he remembered Blake, and, looking round, saw his green eyes fixed upon him in a quizzical, satirical glance.
"Well, the devil has a pleasant way with him, there's no denying it! Come and find a seat! The next will be one of the special dances--a _can-can_ or a Spanish dance.

I'd like you to see it." "Who will dance it ?" "Who?
Oh, probably, if it's the _can-can,_ half a dozen of the best-looking of those girls with the elaborate _lingerie_.

They're paid to dance here.

They're part of the show." "I see!" Max was interested, but his voice did not sound very certain.
"And the others ?" he added.