"And you danced. Don't forget your dance, Molly. I taught you that dance."
The girl laughed merrily. Then she threw herself into the attitude common to all dancing-girls in all ages and all countries—the arms held out and the foot pointed.
"I haven't forgotten it, Dicky. I only wish I could forget it." She sighed. "It would be better for me if I could."
"If we could go away together, Molly!" He took her hand and held it.
"Don't, Dick, don't! You make me feel a longing for the road and the country."
"There's nothing like it, Molly darlin', nothing! When the summer comes, I'm off. All the winter I live in a lonely flat, and am respectable."
"As respectable as you can be, Dick."
"Well, I put on dress clothes and get engagements. I don't mind, so that in summer I can be a tramp and a rogue and a vagabond."
"Not a rogue, Dick."