At that he jumped up. "Are you cold, Winky?"
"My feet are, sitting."
"I forgot your little feet."
He raised her.
"It isn't late," he said. "We can walk about a bit."
They walked about, for he was very restless again.
"Wherever does that music come from?" Winny said.
Sounds came to them of violins and 'cellos, of trombones and clarinets, playing a gay measure, a dance, insistent, luring, irresistible.
They followed it.
In a vast room fronted by a latticed screen, all green and white, roofed by a green and white awning, and having a pattern of latticework, green and white, upon its inner walls, on a vast polished floor was a crowd of couples dancing to the music they had heard. It came loud through the open lattices, the insistent, luring, irresistible measure, violent now in solicitation, in appeal; and over it and under went the trailing, shuffling slur of the feet of the dancers and the delicate swish of women's gowns as they whirled.