Labotte arrived—a very deus ex machina.
He came straight to the two, stood before Susan, spread out anticipative hands and began to oscillate to the one-step which had just commenced. An impudence of raised eyebrows and the shadow of a superior grin argued a confident familiarity which could afford to dispense with a formal invitation to dance.
With a heart of lead, Miss Crail acceded brightly to the unspoken request.
As she launched herself, she flung out the words of the melody in the approved darkie fashion.
And you never know whether she will,
And you never know whether you may,
But hold her tight,
With all your might,
By the small of her back,
On a moonlight night,