"You'd better get Luke Corliss to fiddle," she said, coldly.
"We can't.

I started to go over there, and I met a man that lives next door to him, and he said it was no use, for Luke had gone down to Winfield to fiddle at a ball there." "I don't feel like lilting to-night," said Madelon.
The young man colored.

"Well," said he, in a stiff, embarrassed voice, and he turned towards the door, "we won't have any ball to-night, that's all," he added.
"Well, you can go visiting instead," returned Madelon, suddenly.
"I'd rather go a-visiting--here!" cried Burr, with a quick fervor, and he turned back and came close to her.
Madelon looked at him sharply, steeling her heart against his tender tone, but he met her gaze with passionate eyes.
"Oh, Madelon, you look so beautiful to-night!" he whispered, hoarsely.

Her eyes fell before his.

She made, whether she would or not, a motion towards him, and he put his arms around her.