She gives Tom Hescott one or two little turns.
"'Then turn about, and turn about,'" says she, suiting the action to the word, "'And you don't catch _me_ till May-day.'" With this, she gives him a delicate little shove, and, picking up the train of her gown, springs lightly backwards to the wall behind her.
And now the fun grows fast and furious.

Hescott, who, I regret to say, must have disarranged that handkerchief once for all, is making great running with the lady guests.

As Mr.Gower remarks, it is perfectly wonderful how well he and Marryatt and the other men can elude him.

There is no difficulty at all about it! Whereas Mrs.
Chichester is in danger of her life any moment, and Mrs.Bethune has had several narrow escapes.

Tita, who is singularly nimble (fairies usually are), has been able to dart to and fro with comparative ease; but Margaret Knollys, who, to everybody's immense surprise, is enjoying herself down to the ground, was very nearly caught once.
"That was a near shave," says Colonel Neilson, who happens to be near her when she runs, flushed and laughing, to the doorway.