“Why?”
“I leave you to guess,” said he.
“It was as near perfection as could be,” she admitted. “I feel rather like that myself. Perhaps more so; for I don’t want to spoil things even by dancing with you again.”
“Do you really mean it?”
She nodded frankly, intimately, deliciously.
“Let us go outside, away from everybody,” he suggested.
They crossed the lounge and reached the Western door. Both were living a little above themselves.
“When last we talked sense,” she said, “you spoke about a fundamental law. Come and expound it to me.”
They stood on the terrace amid other flushed and happy dancers.
“Let us get away from these people.”