Henry Handel Richardson

“ Round dances succeeded to square dances; the musicians’ playing grew more mechanical; flowers drooped, and dresses were crushed. An Englishman or two ran about complaining of the ventilation. As often as Maurice saw Louise, she was with Herries. At first, she had at least made a feint of dancing with other people; now she openly showed her preference. Always this dapper little man, with the violets and the simpering smile.
They were the two best dancers in the hall. Louise, in particular, gave herself up to the rhythm of the music with an abandon not often to be seen in a ball-room. ”

“ No one else has dreamt of stopping yet. For no matter how tired you are beforehand, when you dance you don’t feel it, and as long as the music goes on, you must go on, too, though it lasted all night.—Oh, how often I have longed for a night like this! And then I’ve never met a better dancer than Mr. Herries.”
“And for the sake of his dancing, you can forget what a puppy he is?” ”

“ It was Susie Fay who spoke; through some oversight, she had not been asked to dance. Moving slowly along, behind the couples that began a schottische, he felt a tap on his arm, and, looking round, saw Miss Jensen. She swept aside her ample skirts, and invited him to a seat beside her. But he remained standing.
“You don’t care for dancing?” she queried. And, when he had replied: “Well, say, now, Mr. Guest,—we are all dying to know—however have you gotten Louise Dufrayer along here this evening? It’s the queerest thing out.” ”

“ Taken unawares, Louise was helpless. Then she freed herself, ungently. “No, no, I won’t have it. Oh, how can you be so foolish! My gloves—where is my glove? Pick it up, and give it to me—at once!”
He groped on the dusty floor; the veins in his forehead hammered. She had moved to a distance, and now stood busy with the gloves; she would not look at him.
In the uneasy silence that ensued, Herries opened the door: a moment later, they went out together. Maurice remained standing until he saw them appear below. Then he dropped back into his seat, and covered his face with his hands. ”

“ The dancers’ ranks were thinned; but those who remained, gyrated as insensately as ever. There was an air of greater freedom over the ball-room. The chaperons who, earlier in the evening, had sat patiently on the red velvet sofas, had vanished with their charges, and, in their train, the more sedate of the company: it was past three o’clock, and now, every few minutes, a cloaked couple crossed a corner of the hall to the street-door.
When Maurice went downstairs, he could not find Louise, and some time elapsed before she and Herries emerged from the supper-room. ”

“ Once Louise turned her head, and raised her eyebrows interrogatively; but a feeling that was mingled pride and dismay restrained him; and as, even when the choosing of dances was over, he did not come forward, she walked down the hall on Herries’s arm. The musicians began to tune; Dove, as master of ceremonies, was flying about, with his hands in gloves that were too large for him; people ranged themselves for the lancers in lines and squares. Maurice lost sight for a moment of the couple he was watching. As soon as the dance began, however, he saw them again ”

“ Maurice contemplated escaping from the hall to some quiet room beyond. But as he was edging forward, he ran into Dove’s arms, and that was the end of it. Dove, it seemed, had had his eye on him. The originator of the ball confessed that he was not having a particularly good time; he had everything to superintend—the dances, the musicians, the arrangements for supper. Besides this, there were at least a dozen too many ladies present; he believed some of the men had simply given their tickets away to girl-friends, and had let them come alone. ”

“ All my life I haven’t cared, and I shall not begin now, when I have less reason than ever before.”
He did not press the subject; he hoped she would change her mind, and thus render further discussion unnecessary. But this was not the case; she clung to the idea, and was deaf to reason. To a certain extent, he could feel for her; but he was too troubled by the thought of unpleasant possibilities, not to endeavour to persuade her against it: he knew, as she did not, how unkindly she had been spoken of; and he was not sure whether her declared bravado was strong enough to sustain her. ”

“ Since the night of the skating party, his acquaintances had not seen much of Dove; for he had been in close attendance on the pretty little American, who made no scruple of exacting his services. Now, after some preamble, it came out that he wished to include Maurice in a list of mutual friends, who were clubbing to give a ball—a “Bachelors’ Ball,” Dove called it, since the gentlemen were to pay for the tickets, and to invite the ladies. But Maurice, vexed at the interruption, made it clear that he had neither time nor inclination for an affair of this kind: he did not care a rap for dancing. ”

“ Another glass, and he won’t be able to play at all.—I say, you’re not dancing. My dear fellow, it really won’t do. You must help me with some of these women.”
Taking Maurice by the arm, he steered him to a corner of the hall where sat two little provincial English sisters, looking hopeless and forlorn. Who had invited them, it was impossible to say; but no one wished to dance with them. They were dressed exactly alike, were alike in face, too—as like as two nuts, thought Maurice, as he bowed to them. ”

“ She had made her way to him alone.
“For goodness’ sake, pull yourself together,” she said cuttingly. “Every one in the hall can see what’s the matter with you.”
Before he could answer, she was claimed by her partner—one of the few Germans scattered through this Anglo-American gathering. “Is zat your brozzer?” Maurice heard him ask as they moved away. He watched them dancing together, and found it a ridiculous sight: round Madeleine, tall and angular, the short, stout man rotated fiercely. From time to time they stopped, to allow him to wipe his face. ”

“ Then with an exclamation of: “How hot it is up here!” she peeled off her gloves. With her freed hands, she tidied her hair, drawing out and thrusting in again the silver dagger that held the coil together. Then she let her bare arms fall on her lap, where they lay in strong outline against the black of her dress. One was almost directly under Maurice’s eyes; even by the poor light, he could see the mark left on the inside of the wrist, by the buttons of the glove. ”

“ And then you work a miracle, and out she pops, fit as can be.”
“I persuaded her . . . for the sake of variety,” mumbled Maurice.
Little Fauvre, the baritone, had come up; but Miss Jensen did not heed his meek reminder that this was their dance.
“That was excessively kind of you,” said the big woman, and looked at Maurice with shrewd, good-natured eyes. “And no doubt, Louise is most grateful. She seems to be enjoying herself. Keep quiet, Fauvre, do, till I am ready.—But I don’t like her dress. It’s a lovely goods, and no mistake. But it ain’t suitable for a little hop like this. It’s too much.” ”

“ At the warmth of his interruption, she laughed, the low, indolent laugh, by means of which she seemed determined, on this night, to keep anything from touching her too nearly. “How crude you men are! Because he is handsome and dances well, you reason that he must necessarily be a simpleton.” ”

“ But the very next day, when he was remonstrating with her over some small duty which she had no inclination to perform, she turned on him with an unreasonable irritation. “You only want me to do disagreeable things. Anything that is pleasant, you set yourself against.” ”