Presently she placed her hand on his arm, and walked away with him.
"I was growing impatient, Norman," she said; and then, remembering his criticisms on the wooing of women, she hastened to add--"impatient at the want of novelty; it seems to me that in London ball-rooms all the men talk in the same fashion." Lord Arleigh laughed.
"What are they to do, Philippa ?" he asked.

"They have each one the same duties to perform--to please their partners and amuse themselves.

You would not have a 'hapless lordling' talk about science or metaphysics while he danced, would you ?" "No; but they might find some intelligent remarks to make.

You talk well, Norman, and listening to you makes me impatient with others." "You are very kind," he said, and he took the pretty tablets from her hand.
"You have saved every waltz for me, Philippa.

I shall expect to have a dozen duels on my hands before morning." "'This is my favorite," she said, as the music of the irresistible "Blue Danube" filled the room.
Then it seemed to her that they floated away into another sphere.