"Tired?" he said, pausing.
"Tired? Oh, no," she panted, as if he had asked her the strangest question.
"I didn't know you could ride," he said, "and I didn't know you danced. I really know very little about you, Susan."
They had stopped a minute near a ring of idlers who had drifted on to the floor, and somebody caught up his words.
"Have you never danced with her before, Barnaby?"
"No," he said, and bent to gather her train himself, that the weight of it should not tire her arm.
"Do you hear that?" chuckled the man behind them. "Never rode with her, never danced with her. What on earth did he find to do?"
"Made love to her, of course."
Susan felt his arm tighten round her as they whirled into the dizzy spaces.
"I've never made love to you, have I, Susan?"