She looked after them with a smile of complete content.
"You're feeling generous," remarked Scott.
She turned to him again, flushed and radiant. "I can afford to—though it's for the first time in my life. I've never had such a happy time,—never, never, never! Isn't your brother wonderful? His dancing is—" Words failed her. She raised her hands and let them fall with a gesture expressive of unbounded admiration.
"You mustn't let him monopolize you," said Scott. "He has plenty to choose from, you know. Others haven't."
She laughed. "He says—I wonder if it's true!—he says I am the best dancer he has ever met!"
Scott smiled at her beaming face. "That is very nice—for him," he observed. "I thought you seemed to be getting on very well."
Her eyes travelled across the room again to her late partner and the beautiful Miss de Vigne. She watched them intently for a few seconds.
"Poor Rose!" she said suddenly.
Scott was watching her. "Isn't she a good dancer?" he asked.
She turned back to him. "Oh yes, I believe she is. She always has plenty of partners anyway. At least I've always heard so. Is your sister dancing? I don't think I can have seen her yet."