Will you do me the honour ?" They moved away to the music.

Chalmers stood and watched them, with one hand in his pocket and the other on Nigel's shoulder.

He turned to Naida, who was on the other side.
"Nothing like a touch of melodrama for the emotions," he grumbled.

"Look at Lady Maggie! Her head might be touching the clouds, and I never saw her eyes shine like that when she danced with me." "You don't dance as well as Prince Shan, old fellow," Nigel told him.
"And the Prince sails for China at dawn," Naida murmured..