Now that he was so close to her, dancing, she conceived of him as something quite wonderful, and yet she experienced a nervous reaction--a momentary desire to run away.
"Very well, if you won't tell me," he smiled, mockingly.
He thought she wanted him to talk to her so, to tease her with suggestions of this concealed feeling of his--this strong liking.

He wondered what could come of any such understanding as this, anyhow?
"Oh, I just wanted to see how you danced," she said, tamely, the force of her original feeling having been weakened by a thought of what she was doing.

He noted the change and smiled.

It was lovely to be dancing with her.

He had not thought mere dancing could hold such charm.
"You like me ?" he said, suddenly, as the music drew to its close.
She thrilled from head to toe at the question.