CHAPTER XVII.
The ball was going splendidly and everyone seemed to be in wild form.
Sabine had danced with an excitement in her veins which she could not control.

Had there been no music or lights, she might just have felt frightfully disturbed and unhappy, but as it was she was only conscious of excitement.

Lord Fordyce was above showing jealousy, and was content that she seemed to be enjoying herself, and did not appear unwilling to return to him quite frequently and walk about the room or sit down.
"You are looking so supremely bewitching, my darling," he told her.

"I feel it is selfish of me to keep you away from the gay dances, you are so young and sweet.

I want you to enjoy yourself.