'If you like,' she venturesomely answered at last.
Somerset closed the hand which was hanging by his side, and somehow hers was in it.

The dance was nearly formed, and he led her forward.

Several persons looked at them significantly, but he did not notice it then, and plunged into the maze.
Never had Mr.Somerset passed through such an experience before.

Had he not felt her actual weight and warmth, he might have fancied the whole episode a figment of the imagination.

It seemed as if those musicians had thrown a double sweetness into their notes on seeing the mistress of the castle in the dance, that a perfumed southern atmosphere had begun to pervade the marquee, and that human beings were shaking themselves free of all inconvenient gravitation.
Somerset's feelings burst from his lips.