She stared up at him, funnily, with lifted eyebrows. “Is this man mad?” they seemed to ask, those lifted eyebrows.
“Mind!” she echoed, under them. “Oh, no! Why would I?”
“Baby!” he thought. She added, as though they had been discussing the subject for hours and she was weary of it:—
“She did quite right, you know. Quite right....”
So she kept her smile. They danced a lot more that night.
Thus it was on the second night.
And on the third night it was more or less thus.
On the fourth night Ivor and Virginia were in Avignon.