"
Nobody ever did, least of all her newest acquaintance. If he was to have
a moment with her after the dance he realized that he must be clever
enough to manage it in spite of her. He laid his plans, and when the
last strains of "Roses Red" were hastening to a delirious finish he had
Roberta at the far end of the room, at a point fairly deserted and close
to one of the gable corners where rugs and chairs made a resting-place
half hidden by a screen of holly.
"Please give me just a fraction of your time," he begged. "You've been
dancing steadily all the evening; surely you're ready for a bit of
quiet."
"I'm not as tired as I was before that dance," said she, and let him
seat her, though she still looked like some spirited creature poised for
flight.
"Aren't you really?" His face lighted with pleasure. "I feel as if I had
had a draught of--well, something both soothing and exhilarating, but I
didn't dare to hope you enjoyed it, too."
"Oh, yes, you did," said she coolly, looking up at him for an instant.
"You know perfectly well that you're one of the best dancers who ever
made a girl feel as if she had wings.
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