To save him.
And the music never stopped.
“Kiss her if you dare!” cried old man Glendy.
And many a dancer did. But neither Bruce
Nor Dora, arm in arm, had present ears.
They listened still to what the other singer,
Gone now as the moon was from the window,
Sang and sang again, as if his silvery
Face never had faded. Arm in arm
They walked among the dancers to the big door;