"How am I to rest, then?"
"In the great white chair."
"But I don't want to sit still,—I only mean I am tired of singing. I want to dance my pas."
"Then go into the other room all the same; there is no carpet,—it is best."
"I don't like dancing in that room, it is so small."
"It is not smaller than this one. The fact is, you want to dance to Master Auchester."
"Yes, so I do."
"But he came to sing, not to see you."
"I should like to see her dance, though," said I. "Do let her, Miss Benette!"
"If you can stay. But do not begin the whole of that dance, Laura,—only the finale, because there will not be time; and you will besides become too warm, if you dance from the beginning, for the cold air you must meet on your way to the theatre."