I'm glad for the chance.

Dance with me, Russ--not gallantly or dutifully because I ask you, but because you _want_ to.

Else not at all." There was a limit to my endurance.

There would hardly be another evening like this, at least, for me, in that country.

I capitulated with what grace I could express.
We went into the parlor, and as we joined the dancers, despite all that confusion I heard her whisper: "I've been a little beast to you." That dance seemingly lasted only a moment--a moment while she was all airy grace, radiant, and alluring, floating close to me, with our hands clasped.