The place, the dancer, the hour, the mysterious music, and the pale enchantments of the moon--it was like fairyland.
Lambert soon let his cigar go out, so absorbed did he become in watching the dance.

It was a wonderful performance, sensuous and weirdly unusual.
He had never seen a dance exactly like it before.

The violin notes sounded like actual words, and the dancer answered them with responsive movements of her limbs, so that without speech the onlooker saw a love-drama enacted before his eyes.

Chaldea--so he interpreted the dance--swayed gracefully from the hips, without moving her feet, in the style of a Nautch girl.

She was waiting for some one, since to right and left she swung with a delicate hand curved behind her ear.