‘But you can dance,’ he said.
‘I told you I could. You didn’t believe me.’
He laughed.
‘You don’t mean to tell me you’ve never danced before?’
‘Never.’
‘Swear?’
‘Cross my heart.’
‘But of course,’ said Roddy, ‘you couldn’t help dancing, such a beautiful mover as you.’
He had really said that! She lifted her face and glowed at him: life was too, too rich.
The music came to an end. Roddy stood still with his arm round her waist and called imperiously to Martin for another tune.