Wonderful! Wonderful!" He might well say so, and he struggled to his feet, leaning against the pillar of stone to see the dancer better.

From the wood came the fierce and stirring Slav music, and Chaldea's whole expressive body answered to every note as a needle does to a magnet.

She leaped, clicking her heels together, advanced, as if on the foe, with a bound--was flung back--so it seemed--and again sprang to the assault.

She stiffened to stubborn resistance--she unexpectedly became pliant and yielding and graceful, and voluptuous, while the music took on the dreamy tones of love.

And Lambert translated the change after his own idea: "The music does not please the dancer--it is too martial.