I shall never forget this night, or what it has brought me, and I simply cannot express my real feelings at all; I--I don't know what to say, or--or what to do." She paused, burying her face in her hands, her body shaken with sobs.
Moffat, scarcely knowing whether to swear or smile, hastily signalled for the waiting musicians to begin.

As they swung merrily into waltz measure he stepped forward, fully confident of his first claim for that opening dance, and vaguely conscious that, once upon the floor with her, he might thus regain his old leadership.

Miss Spencer glanced up at him through her tears.
"I--I really feel scarcely equal to the attempt," she murmured nervously, yet rising to her feet.

Then a new thought seemed suddenly to occur to her.

"Oh, Mr.Moffat, I have been so highly favored, and I am so extremely anxious to do everything I can to show my gratitude.