You are to dance the polka quadrille with her, are you not?
After the polka quadrille, then.

And now let us part, or they will begin to think we are hatching another Gunpowder Plot." "Or Mr.Carl Walraven may be jealous," suggested Dr.Oleander, with an unpleasant laugh.

"I say, Blanche, the golden-haired Mollie couldn't be his daughter, could she ?" Mrs.Walraven's black eyes flashed.
"Whoever she is, the sooner she is out of this house the better.

I hate her, Doctor Oleander--your Fair One with the Golden Locks, and I could go to her funeral with the greatest pleasure!" The plotting pair separated.

Hardly were they gone when the silken curtains parted and a bright face, framed in yellow ringlets, peeped out, sparkling with mischief.
"Two women in one house, two cats over one mouse, never agree," quoth Mollie.