"Come on! You must!"
"Oh, Cecil—please—"
But he had his way; and, as usual, everybody watched her while the charming music lasted,—Clive among the others, standing a little apart, lean, erect, his dark gaze fixed.
She came back to him after the dance, delicately flushed and a trifle breathless.
"Do you dance that in England?" she asked.
"It's danced—not at Court functions, I believe."
"You never did care to dance, did you?"
"No—" he shrugged, "I used to mess about some."
"And what do you do to amuse yourself in these days?"
"Nothing—much."