"He was the first real lover I ever had.
His eyes were big and pensive, just like yours, and there was always that same look in his face that just made me want to stay with him all the time to keep him from being lonely.

He was awfully fond of me, but he had to go out West to make his fortune, and he married before he got back." Sandy sighed, ostensibly in sympathy, but in reality at his own sad fate.

At that moment Prometheus himself would not have envied him his state of mind.

The music set his nerves tingling and the dancers beckoned him on, yet he was bound to his chair, with no relief in view.

At the tenth intermission he suggested soda-water again, after which they returned to their seats.
"I hope people aren't talking about us," she said, with a pleased laugh.