You dance lightly, at any rate.

Now try again with Oswald while I play.

Ossie, I'm proud of you! Last Christmas you were a perfect duffer at it.

Don't you remember how you sat out at the Warings'?
You've improved immensely.

Now go on!" and Ulyth began to play, with her eyes alternately on the piano and on the partners.
"I suppose a fellow has to get used to 'the light fantastic' sometime," remarked Oswald, as, after a successful five minutes' practice, he and Rona sat down to rest.
"Perhaps you'll have to dance with princesses at foreign Courts when you're a successful ambassador," laughed Ulyth.
"Is that what Oswald's going to be ?" asked Rona.
"I'd have tried the Army or the Navy, but my wretched eyes cut me off from both; so it's no use, worse luck!" said Oswald.