"Tired! Do I dance as though I were tired?"
"No, but you've been in the saddle nearly all day."
"Oh, that's nothing! In Spain I have been used to ride fifteen or twenty miles to a ball, and be at work again by ten o'clock the next day."
"Wellington trains admirable suitors," she remarked. "How fortunate it is that you dance so well, Charles!"
"I know. You would not otherwise have accepted me."
"Yes, I think perhaps I should. But I should not dance with you so much. I wish you need not leave Brussels just now."
"So do I. What will you do while I am away? Flirt with your Belgian admirer?"
She looked up at him. "Don't go!" He smiled, but shook his head.
"Apply to the Duke for leave, Charles!"
He looked started. As his imagination played with the scene her words evoked, his eyes began to dance.