"If I can't dance with you I won't dance with anybody."
She shook her head impatiently.
"Please be sensible, Mr. Marshall."
"You first," declared Bill stubbornly.
"No! It's not the thing for you to do at all. Perhaps later; but——"
"We'll go out in the conservatory and dance."
"But nobody is dancing out there."
"Come on, then."
Bill started, with her arm prisoned in a grip that forbid escape.