"Then let that be the first dance?"
She nodded inconsequently.
"Perhaps! The first dance!" She stood up, and joining the rest of the company, moved down the room.
As she gained the door, Nance ran to her.
"Clo, darling! Can't I stay with you?"
Clodagh smiled down into the eager upturned face.
"Not this morning. I have a business letter to write."
"Then I must go?" Nance's face fell.
"Must, darling."
"But, Clo, you'll think of me—and love me—all the time you're writing the horrid thing?"