Then, slowly, sadly, as though going to his doom, Curly arose from out the long line of the unhappy upon his side of the room.

He crossed the intervening space, his limbs below the knees curiously affected, jerking his feet into half time with the tune.

He bowed so low before the littlest waiter girl that his neck scarf fell forward from his chest and hung before him like a shield.

"May I hev the honour, Miss Kitty ?" he choked out; and as the littlest waiter girl rose and took his arm with a vast air of unconcern, Curly drew a long breath.
In his seat Sam writhed, but could not rise.

Nora looked straight in front.