I feel a sudden qualm--a giddiness--a sort of don't-know- howishness.

Ho, there! some aquavitae--or imperial water--or cinnamon water--or whatever reviving cordial may be at hand.

I feel very ill--very ill, indeed--oh dear!" While his requirements were attended to, Mistress Nutter moved away with her daughter; but they had not proceeded far when they encountered Richard, who, having fortunately descried them, came up to say good-night.
The brawl, meanwhile, had commenced, and the dancers were whirling round giddily in every direction, somewhat like the couples in a grand polka, danced after a very boisterous, romping, and extravagant fashion.
"Who is Nicholas dancing with ?" asked Mistress Nutter suddenly.
"Is he dancing with any one ?" rejoined Richard, looking amidst the crowd.
"Do you not see her ?" said Mistress Nutter; "a very beautiful woman with flashing eyes: they move so quickly, that I can scarce discern her features; but she is habited like a nun." "Like a nun!" cried Richard, his blood growing chill in his veins.

"'Tis she indeed, then! Where is he ?" "Yonder, yonder, whirling madly round," replied Mistress Nutter.
"I see him now," said Richard, "but he is alone.

He has lost his wits to dance in that strange manner by himself.