He's got a new one--lovely, quite lovely--an imitation of Lydia Kyasht as a water-nymph.

I wanted him to do it here tonight, but Lady Everard has taken him to the opera.

Now, won't you dance?
Your husband promised he would.

You both look so young!' Edith refused to dance.

She sat in a corner with Vincy and watched the dancers.
By special permission, as it was so _intime_, the Turkey Trot was allowed.