They danced for a long time and as they danced it seemed to me Yvonne relaxed a millimeter at a time—until she moved like a nebula—all gold and white and black. Gwen just smiled—looking at nothing for a long time, and finally looking down—an inch or so—into Yvonne's eyes.
When they stopped, Yvonne said softly, "That was wonderful!"
"Like it?"
"I never felt I was doing a rumba before. Even"—she laughed lightly toward me—"with the eminent professor Wylie."
"He's good," Gwen said. "But you have to be experienced."
"I used to think I was."
"You will be, lamb," Gwen said.
An announcer lengthily discussed various food products. Gwen turned him down to an indecipherable mutter. When strains of music returned thinly, Yvonne asked, "Can you tango?"
Gwen nodded.
So they danced again and, by and by, as they passed me, Yvonne said, "Mind if I borrow your girl friend for a brief chitchat?"