The girl lifted her flushed face and laughed:
"I feel like flinging discretion into the 'fire of spring,'" she said. "That's where most of these people's clothing has disappeared, I fancy." Excitement burned in her pink cheeks and wide grey eyes, and she stood up in the box looking about her, poised lightly as some slim winged thine on the verge of taking flight.
Grismer rose too and whispered to her, but she made a slight, impatient movement with her shoulders.
"Won't you dance this with me?" he repeated, touching her arm.
"No," she said under her breath. "You annoy me, Oswald."
"What!"
"Please don't be quite so devoted.... I'm restless."
She turned and started to leave the box. The others were leaving too, for dancing had begun again. But at the steps she parted with the jolly little company, they descending to the floor, she turning to mount the steps alone.
"Where on earth are you going, Steve?" called back Helen, halting on the steps below.
"I want to see the floor from the top gallery!" replied Stephanie, without turning her head; and she ran lightly upward, her bells and bangles jingling.