She did not answer; pressing her red lips, she glanced sharply around. "Stupid people! Half of them are only looking on! When they can dance, they won't, and--" She gave a slight start, for near her, almost at her elbow, stood the young seaman she had observed only a short time before, when the minuet was in progress. His dark eyes were bent on her and she surprised on his face an expression half derisory, half quizzical. Her look changed to one of displeasure. "You are not dancing?" severely. "No, my Lady." Too late, perhaps, he regretted his temerity--that too unveiled and open regard. "Why not?" more imperiously. "I--" he began and stopped. "You _can_ dance?" "A little, perhaps--" "As well as they?" looking at the people. "Wooden fantoccini!" said the man, a flicker of bold amusement returning to his face. "Fantoccini?" spoke the girl impatiently. "What know _you_ of them?" "We Breton seamen sail far, on occasion." "Far enough to gain in assurance!" cried my lady, with golden head high, surveying him disdainfully through half-closed, sweeping lashes. "But you shall prove your right." "Right?" asked the fellow, his eyes fixed intently upon her. "The right of one who does not dance--to criticize those who do!" she said pointedly, and made, on the sudden, an imperious gesture. He gave a start of surprise; audacious though he was, he looked as if he would draw back. "What? With you, my Lady?" A gleam of satisfaction, a little cold and scornful, shone from the girl's eyes at this evidence of his discomfiture. "Unless," she added maliciously, "you fear you--can not?" "Fear?" His look shot around; a moment he seemed to hesitate; then a more reckless expression swept suddenly over his dark features and he sprang to her side. "At your Ladyship's command!" My lady's white chin lifted. The presumptuous fellow knew the dance of the Mount--danced it well, no doubt!--else why such ease and assurance? Her lids veiled a look of disappointment; she was half-minded curtly to dismiss him, when a few words of low remonstrance and the sight of my lord's face decided her. She drew aside her skirts swiftly; flashed back at the nobleman a smile, capricious and wilful. [Illustration: The presumptuous fellow knew the dance of the Mount] "They," indicating the peasants, "must have an example, my Lord!" she exclaimed, and stood, with eyes sparkling, waiting the instant to catch up the rhythm.