He arose.
He had not intended to give this particular remark a serious turn; but, now that she was so near him, he looked into her eyes steadily but with a soft appeal and said, "Yes, why ?" They had come out from behind the palms.

He had put his hand to her waist.

His right arm held her left extended arm to arm, palm to palm.
Her right hand was on his shoulder, and she was close to him, looking into his eyes.

As they began the gay undulations of the waltz she looked away and then down without answering.

Her movements were as light and airy as those of a butterfly.