Do you wish to make yourself very agreeable?
You'll bring her home, and we will start now, Pierre and myself; we'll leave you the carriage." "Very well, dear," said Lucan, "run off, then." Clotilde and Monsieur de Moras slipped away at once.
A moment later Julia, cleaving her way scornfully through the throng that parted before her as before an angel of light, raised her superb brow and made a sign to Lucan.
"I don't see mother," she said.
Lucan informed her in a few words of the arrangement which had just been settled upon.

A sudden flash darted across Julia's eyes; her brows became contracted; she shrugged her shoulders slightly without replying, and returned into the ball-room, waltzing through the crowd with the same tranquil insolence.

She betook herself again to the arm of a naval officer, and seemed to enjoy whirling in all her splendor.

And indeed her ball-dress added a strange luster to her beauty.

Her shoulders and throat, emerging from her dress with a sort of chaste indifference, retained even in the animation of the dance the cold and lustrous purity of marble.
Lucan asked her to waltz with him; she hesitated, but having consulted her memory, she discovered that she had not yet exhausted the list of naval officers who had swooped down in squadrons upon that rich prey.