He felt a sudden lightness himself, communicated as by an invisible current.

He wanted to match the suppleness of her body with his own, and did.

Her arms, the flash and glint of the crimson sequins against the smooth, black silk of her closely fitting dress, her neck, her glowing, radiant hair, all combined to provoke a slight intellectual intoxication.

She was so vigorously young, so, to him, truly beautiful.
"But you didn't answer," he continued.
"Isn't this lovely music ?" He pressed her fingers.
She lifted shy eyes to him now, for, in spite of her gay, aggressive force, she was afraid of him.

His personality was obviously so dominating.