Acquaintances may be made, _flirtations_ begun, ending in something or nothing. But _Society_ has had its excitement, and its members their chances for mere idle display, gossip, sensual gratification, or the more serious business of High-life--_fortune-hunting_ by men and _husband-catching_ by women! The _Waltz and Dance_ are, however, the great game (for they are really one) of Barbarian life. Every Caste, according to its ability, dances--the low imitating, to their best, all the "_airs and graces_," dress and _flirtations_ of their superiors. In the Waltz, when the music strikes up, the man takes the woman about the waist, standing with the other dancers in the middle of the floor, and she leans upon his shoulder interlocking the fingers of her disengaged hand in his. In this close position, they begin to wheel around, around; one couple follows another about the clear space left for them, till many couples are seen twirling, whirling about, around to the sound of the music--ever in this wild, whirling sort of a gallop, following one after another, rapidly! The long trails of the woman are held up, the embroidered skirts fly out, the silken shoes and hose flash; she is held close and more closely in the supporting arm, her cheek almost touches, her bust, neck, and face glow with excitement, the eyes and jewels sparkle, the man and woman whirl about, till intoxicated, dazed, and nearly exhausted, she sinks upon his arm and motions for rest, and he half supports and half leads her to some soft bench or chair! Such briefly is the Waltz. The dance is the same thing nearly, only more variety of movement is introduced. The whole object is to bring the sexes together, and keep _Society_ alive, as before. _Flirtation_ and match-making being main elements of social life. The manners of the High-Caste are not really more refined than elsewhere; only there is a cool tone. Nothing must surprise, nothing confuse, nothing abash. A blush must be as rare as a laugh. A young woman seeing a young man gazing at her with bold admiration, must coolly _look him down_--if she please. His is an action of mere rudeness, or _should_ be, when directed to a virtuous woman: but no, "a man may gaze upon what is everywhere exhibited _for_ his admiration--may he not?" And yet, with strange inconsistency, a woman has a right to complain if a man, captivated by the very means designed, too rudely express his pleasure. And one man is required to chastise another for the rudeness to his relative, though he know that, in the nature of things, the female should expect what she encounters--and more, the complexity is further involved, that though one man must call another to account for this sort of rudeness, yet every man indulges in it!