She did not repel.
"Mr.Lane, will you dance with me ?" she asked, almost wistfully.

She liked him, and was not ashamed of it.

But she seemed pondering over what to make of him--how far to go.
"Bessy, I dare not exert myself to that extent," he replied, gently.
"You forget I am a disabled soldier." "Forget that?
Not a chance," she flashed.

"But I hoped you might dance with me once--just a little." "No.

I might keel over." She shivered and her eyes dilated.