It increases his anger towards her tenfold to know that in her secret soul she has the one face that to him is beautiful, and ever will be beautiful.
"You see," says she gently, and with an expressive gesture, "I longed for a moment's pause, so I came here. Do they want me?" She rises from her seat, looking very tall and graceful. If her face is not strictly lovely, there is, at all events, no lack of loveliness in her form.
"I can't answer for 'they,'" says Baltimore, "but"——he stops dead short here. If he had been going to say anything, the desire to carry out his intention dies upon the spot. "No, I am not aware that 'they' or anybody wants you particularly at this moment. Pray sit down again."
"I have had quite a long rest already."
"You look tired, however. Are you?"
"Not in the least."
"Give me this dance," then says he, half mockingly, yet with a terrible earnestness in his voice.
"Give it to you! Thank you. No."
"Fearful of contamination?" with a smiling sneer.
"Pray spare me your jibes," says she very coldly, her face whitening.