She threw an arm round his waist, and propping him up like a tailor's dummy with wobbly legs, she forced him to turn; climbing in at the window, Castor and Pollux, followed by Captain Montfaucon, started to dance round the couple, chanting the air of the Capucine, first in the drawing-room, then across the large hall. But a fresh failure of Saint-Quentin's legs dashed the spirits of the dancers.
Dorothy lost her temper.
"What's the matter with you now?" she cried, trying to raise him and keep him upright.
He stuttered:
"I'm afraid ... I'm afraid."
"But why on earth are you afraid? I've never seen you in such a funk. What are you afraid of?"
"The jewels...."
"Idiot! But you've thrown them into the clump!"
"No."
"You haven't?"