"What dance do you do?" Miss Morton inquired.
"Mr. Paxton has cut the dance."
"How could he? Why, that was the only thing to the part."
"Unfortunately, I do not dance."
"Oh, everybody dances now. You could have faked it. Do you hear that, Mrs. Brendon, she isn't going to do any dance," Miss Morton said, turning away to talk to Mrs. Brendon.
Jane felt, what they intended her to feel, that she was not of them, however kind she had been in coming to the rescue. Jerry came up to them again.
"I must carry Miss Judd off to look at the stage," he said, leading Jane away.
"Doesn't Jerry look like a god?" said Mrs. Brendon, watching him. Althea nodded.
"Are you frightened, Miss Judd?" Jerry asked.
"No."