"Oh, don't move!" said Denis irritably.
"I must see where that little cat is taking him," she muttered. And creeping to the nearest tree, she peered round it.
Meanwhile Denis ground his teeth, and flung himself back on the bank in a spasm of impotent loathing of Lord Henry. "They're holding hands!" whispered the girl in angry surprise.
Denis craned his neck. "Nonsense!" he exclaimed, "he's only explaining something to her. I suppose palmistry is another of his tricks or hers. Can't you see?" He felt the spell had been broken, and was savage. "Come and sit down, Leo!" he hissed.
"Half a mo!" she cried; and then after a while she added: "Oh, I say, do look! He's got his arm round her waist!"
"She's only showing him the latest two-step!" said Denis. "Can't you see—there—see? They're only practising a step.
"So they are!" gasped the girl. She recognised her own tactics in this dancing tuition of Vanessa's, and was obviously annoyed. "Copy-cat!" she murmured under her breath.
"Come on!" she cried at last, "let's go home."
"Oh, not yet!" he implored her.