'Oh, I suppose so. Beastly things. I hate them.'
'Oh! I was afraid you might, perhaps. I was going to ask you to show some one how; but never mind. We're going to dance now. You wouldn't care to join, I expect?'
Miranda would not.
'I hate dancing. I say.'
'Yes?'
'Do you really like this? And how much more is there?'
'Of course; don't you? About a quarter of an hour more. Then there's coffee.' Beastly stuff. You'll hate it. I must go and dance.'
'There is certainly,' Mrs. Venables remarked, watching, 'something refreshingly picturesque in the movements of the Southern peoples. The lithe use of their limbs——'
She took in this impression with satisfaction.
'Don't think any of them can dance a bit, if you ask me,' Miranda pronounced.