I could have danced wildly myself, for I never heard any thing so inspiring to the animal spirits as those wizard strains.

Every countenance was lighted with animation, save one, and that was Ernest's.

He stood immovable, pale, cold, and self-involved, like a being from another sphere.

I remembered how differently he looked when he wooed me to the garden's moonlight walks, and how the warm and gentle thoughts that then beamed in his eyes seemed frozen and dead, and I wondered if they were extinguished forever.
"How stupid!" exclaimed Miss Melville, suddenly stopping, and turning round on the pivot of the music stool till she commanded a full view of the drawing-room.

"I thought you would all be dancing by this time.
There is no use in playing to such inanimate mortals.