She let him lead her straightway among the throng of dancers, and was surprised to find how little the excitement of the exercise moved her, to whom dancing had once seemed an all-sufficient joy. Her partner's rather commonplace, but heretofore entirely satisfying, conversation pleased her no more than the movement. That dance was altogether the dullest and most stupid affair in which she had taken part. Other dull dances were to follow. Throughout the evening she rather unfairly compared each of her partners with the man who was already enshrined in her heart and worshipped as a hero. Lawless, having handed Miss Weeber over, retired to the stoep to smoke. Van Bleit was there, and several other men who possessed assertive thirsts and a settled belief in a reservation of strength. There was a small bar fixed up at one end of the stoep. Lawless made his way to it, and Van Bleit joined him, but refused to drink. He chaffed Lawless good-naturedly on his partiality. "It's most marked, old chap," he said. "Why don't you ring the changes? I overheard quite the best-looking girl in the room declare she was dying to dance with you, and I as good as promised to introduce you. She's keeping the supper dance open." "Then you'd better book it yourself, Karl," the other answered indifferently. "I'm not booking anything," Van Bleit replied with a quiet smile. "I'm reserving myself until She arrives." Lawless emptied his glass hastily and set it down. "You don't mean," he said, moving away from the buffet, "that Mrs Lawless is coming to-night?" "Why wouldn't I mean that?" Van Bleit asked, looking at him curiously. "It's close on midnight, man. And... this kind of show..." "She isn't such a puritan as you imagine," Van Bleit rejoined.--"I ought to know something about that by now... And she promised me she would come to-night. There was something--some rotten music she was going to hear first with the Smythes. Then they were coming on here." He pitched away his cigar and twirled the ends of his big moustache into fine points curving upward, which gave him, he imagined, a distinguished and military appearance. He was well enough to look upon without going to this excess of trouble. "She's not keen on dancing," he added complacently; "but I've had her out on the floor once or twice. Her waltzing! ... it isn't dancing... it's a poem. And the satisfaction of her nearness! ... Just to hold her in one's arms! ... Oh Lord! Lawless, if you only knew what it felt like! But you're too damned self-contained to understand. You simply sneer till I want to hit the look off your face. I wonder whether any woman ever warmed your fish-blood, and set your pulses beating a fraction of a second quicker!" "You seem to forget my violent partiality of this evening," Lawless returned sarcastically.