If a man wanted knowledge, far be it from Achille de Pincornet to withhold his handful! "You cannot learn in a night," he said, "but I will show you the steps." "I can manage a country dance, a reel or Congo," said Rand simply.

"I want to know politer things." They left the terrace, went into the drawing-room, and lit the candles.
The floor, rubbed each morning until it shone, gave back the heart-shaped flames.

The slight furniture they pushed aside.

The dancing master tucked his violin under his chin, drew the bow across the strings, and began the lesson.
The candles burned clear, strains of the _minuet de la cour_ rose and fell in the ample room, the member from Albemarle and Mr.Pincornet stepped, bent, and postured with the gravity of Indian sachems.

The one moved through the minuet in top-boots and riding-coat, the other taught in what had been a red brocade.