Myself or him, it was a question of which got there first. But she preferred him. Only for some things she would rather it were me. Luke had changed curiously. His body seemed to have come alive, in the dark cloth of his evening suit; his eyes had a devil-may-care light in them, his long cheeks a touch of scarlet, and his black hair felt loose over his forehead. He had again some of that Guardsman's sense of well-being and claim to the best in life, which I had noticed the first time I saw him. But now it was a little more florid, defiant, with a touch of madness. He looked down at Carlotta with uncanny kindness and affection. Yet he was glad to hand her over to me. He, too, was afraid of her: as if with her his bad luck had worked. Whereas, in a throb of crude brutality, he felt it would not work with the dark young woman. So, he handed Carlotta over to me with relief, as if, with me, she would be safe from the doom of his bad luck. And he, with the other woman, would be safe from it too. For the other woman was outside the circle. I was glad to have Carlotta again: to have that inexpressible delicate and complete quiet of the two of us, resting my heart in a balance now at last physical as well as spiritual. Till now, it had always been a fragmentary thing. Now, for this hour at least, it was whole, a soft, complete, physical flow, and a unison deeper even than childhood. As she danced she shivered slightly, and I seemed to smell frost in the air. The Colonel, too, was not keeping the rhythm. "Has it turned colder?" I said. "I wonder!" she answered, looking up at me with a slow beseeching. Why, and for what was she beseeching me? I pressed my hand a little closer, and her small breasts seemed to speak to me. The Colonel recovered the rhythm again. But at the end of the dance she shivered again, and it seemed to me I too was chilled. "Has it suddenly turned colder?" I said, going to the radiator. It was quite hot. "It seems to me it has," said Lord Lathkill, in a queer voice. The Colonel was sitting abjectly on the music stool, as if broken. "Shall we have another? Shall we try a tango?" said Lord Lathkill. "As much of it as we can manage?" "I--I----" the Colonel began, turning round on the seat, his face yellow. "I'm not sure----" Carlotta shivered. The frost seemed to touch my vitals. Mrs. Hale stood stiff, like a pillar of brown rock-salt, staring at her husband. "We had better leave off," murmured Lady Lathkill, rising. Then she did an extraordinary thing. She lifted her face, staring to the other side, and said suddenly, in a clear, cruel sort of voice: "Are you here, Lucy?"