"I could dance with you
the whole evening. But I should probably end by making a fool of myself
like a man who has had too much champagne."
Dinah laughed. She had an exhilarating sense of having achieved a
conquest undreamed of. She also was feeling a little giddy, a little
uncertain of the ground under her feet.
"Do you know," she said, dropping her eyes instinctively before the fiery
intensity of his, "I've never danced with a man before? I--I was a little
afraid just at first lest you should find me--gawky."
"Ye gods!" said Sir Eustace. "And you have really never danced with a man
before! Tell me! How did you like it?"
"It was--heavenly!" said Dinah, drawing a deep breath.
"Will you dance with me again?" he asked.
She nodded. "Yes."
"The very next dance?"
She nodded again. "Yes."
"And again after that?" said Sir Eustace.
She threw him a glance half-shy, half-daring. "Don't you think it might
be too much for you?"
He laughed. "I'll risk it if you will."
She turned towards him with a small, confidential gesture. "What about
Rose de Vigne?" she said. "Don't you want to dance with her?"
"Oh, presently," he said. "She'll keep."
Dinah broke into her high, sweet laugh. "And what about--all my other
partners?" she said, with more assurance.
He bent to her. "They must keep too. Seriously, you don't want to dance
with any other fellow, do you?"
"I'm not a bit serious," said Dinah.
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