Come now,
isn't it about time for you to reform? Why not begin by finishing this
dance with me?"
Still she laughed and shook her head. "It isn't that I don't want to!
I'd rather dance than do anything in the world--except ride
horseback."
"I might have known you were a horsewoman. Do you ride much?"
"Not now."
"The Doctor doesn't care for it, I suppose?"
She flashed a questioning glance at him, then she looked away:
"No," she said, "he doesn't care for it."
Cropsie Decker, who had been hovering in her vicinity, now came up and
claimed the next number.
"There's a bully little corner in the conservatory where we can sit
out this waltz. You won't mind if I carry her off, Mr. Horton?"
"Not if she takes to heart some of the wise things I've been telling
her," said Horton, looking at her through his narrow eyes and pulling
at his small, fair mustache. "Au revoir, Madame Beaux Yeux!"
Miss Lady did not move from the spot where he left her. Out under the
palms in the hall, the orchestra was beginning one of Strauss' most
distracting waltzes; her fingers tapped the time. Suddenly she held
out her hand to Cropsie.
"I can't stand it another minute! I've got to dance once if I never
dance again!"
Every eye in the ballroom followed the slender figure, as it circled
in and out among the throng.
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