Then a sudden madness came to them as their eyes met, and he held out his arm.
"This is my dance, I think, Mrs.Howard," he said with careless sangfroid, and he whirled her away into the middle of the room.

They both were perfect dancers and never stopped in their wild career until the music ended.

It was a two-step, and all the young people clapped for the band to go on.

So once more they started with the throng.

They had not spoken a single word; it was a strange comfort to them just to be together--half anguish, half bliss--but as the last bars died away, Michael whispered in her ear: "I am going to say good-night to Rose.