"Aw, cut it! You ain't the only girl I've seen give out. Sit here and rest a minute and you'll be all right. Great Scott! I came here to dance."
She rose to her feet a bit unsteadily, but smiling. "Fussy! Who said I didn't?"
"That's more like it."
And they were off again to the lilt of the music, but, struggle as she would, the coughing and the dizziness and the heat took hold of her, and at the close of the dance she fainted quietly against his shoulder.
When she finally caught at consciousness, as it passed and repassed her befuddled mind, she was on the floor of the cloak-room, her head pillowed on the skirt of a pink domino.
"There, there, dearie; your young man's waiting outside to take you home."
"I—I'm all right!"
"Certainly you are. The heat done it. Here; lemme help you out of your domino."
"It was the heat done it."
"There; you're all right now. I gotta get back to my dance. You fainted right up against him, dearie; and I seen you keel."