The things we do!

"Am
I keeping Miss Newcome's admirers from her?"
"That is not for me to say," she said, quite gently. He was; but to see
him angry did not displease Miss Newcome.
"That young man who came for you just now," Clive went on--"that Sir
John----"
"Are you angry with me because I sent him away?" said Ethel, putting out
a hand. "Hark! there is the music. Take me in and waltz with me. Don't
you know it is not my door at which you knocked?" she said, looking up
into his face as simply and kindly as of old. She whirled round the
dancing-room with him in triumph, the other beauties dwindling before
her: she looked more and more beautiful with each rapid move of the
waltz, her colour heightening and her eyes seeming to brighten. Not till
the music stopped did she sink down on a seat, panting, and smiling
radiant--as many many hundred years ago I remember to have seen Taglioni
after a conquering pas seul. She nodded a "thank you" to Clive. It
seemed that there was a perfect reconciliation.


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