The things we do!

I have never seen anything like
her eyes; they send me wild--wild," says Tandy--(slapping his waistcoat
under Temple Bar)--"but a more audacious little flirt never existed since
the days of Cleopatra."
With this opinion likewise in my mind, I had been looking on during
Clive's proceedings with Miss Ethel--not, I say, without admiration of
the young lady who was leading him such a dance. The waltz over, I
congratulated him on his own performance. His Continental practice had
greatly improved him. "And as for your partner, it is delightful to see
her," I went on. "I always like to be by when Miss Newcome dances. I had
sooner see her than anybody since Taglioni. Look at her now, with her
neck up, and her little foot out, just as she is preparing to start!
Happy Lord Bustington!"
"You are angry with her because she cut you," growls Clive. "You know you
said she cut you, or forgot you; and your vanity's wounded, that is why
you are so satirical."
"How can Miss Newcome remember all the men who are presented to her?"
says the other.


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