"You would make Taglioni jealous," said Mr.
Fitzgerald, addressing the little dancer; and Mr.King silently thanked her with a very expressive glance.
As Rosabella retired from the piano, she busied herself with rearranging a bouquet she had taken from one of the vases.

When Mr.
Fitzgerald stationed himself at her side, she lowered her eyes with a perceptibly deepening color.

On her peculiar complexion a blush showed like a roseate cloud in a golden atmosphere.

As Alfred gazed on the long, dark, silky fringes resting on those warmly tinted cheeks, he thought he had never seen any human creature so superbly handsome.
"Nothing but music can satisfy us after such dancing," said Mr.
Fitzgerald.

She looked up to him with a smile; and Alfred thought the rising of those dark eyelashes surpassed their downcast expression, as the glory of morning sunshine excels the veiled beauty of starlight.
"Shall I accompany you while you sing, 'How brightly breaks the morning' ?" asked she.
"That always sings itself into my heart, whenever you raise your eyes to mine," replied he, in a low tone, as he handed her to the piano.
Together they sang that popular melody, bright and joyful as sunrise on a world of blossoms.