The mazurka had just finished, and the dancers were breaking into groups.
“Robert, tell me who is that girl over there—the one looking this way? Is it your friend?”
Lord Robert readjusted his glass.
“The pretty dark girl with the pink-and-white cheeks, like a doll?”
“Yes; and the taller one beside her—all hair, and eyes, and bosom. She's looking across now. I've seen that girl before somewhere. Now, where have I seen her? Look at her—what fire, and life, and movement! The dance is over, but she can't keep her feet still.”
“I see—I see. But let me introduce you to the matron and doctors first, and then——”
“I know now—I know where I've seen her! Be quick, Robert, be quick!”
Lord Robert laughed again in his tired drawl. He was finding it very amusing.