Urged by that imperative, inner prompting she turned and fled, not pausing for a moment's thought.
The glass door closed behind her.

She burst impetuously into the deserted ballroom.

And here, on the point of entering the small recess from which she was escaping, she came suddenly face to face with Scott.
So headlong was her flight that she actually ran into him.

He put out a steadying hand.
"I was just coming to look for you," he said in his quiet, composed fashion.
She stopped unwillingly.

"Oh, were you?
How kind! I--I think I ought to go up now.