He would dance with her later and then say a final farewell.

If she were hurt, too, he must not care--she had made the barrier of her own free will.

The person who was blameless and should not suffer was Henry.

Then he began to look at Sabine furtively, and caught the outline of her sweet, averted head.

How irresistibly attractive she was! The exact type he admired; not too intellectual-looking, just soft and round and babyish; there was one little curl on her snowy _nuque_ that he longed to kiss there and then.