"I am unfortunate in being too late," he said, after a moment's pause.
"It seemed to me that you did not care for dancing," said Gwendolen. "I thought it might be one of the things you had left off."
"Yes, but I have not begun to dance with you," said Grandcourt. Always there was the same pause before he took up his cue. "You make dancing a new thing—as you make archery."
"Is novelty always agreeable?"
"No, no—not always."
"Then I don't know whether to feel flattered or not. When you had once danced with me there would be no more novelty in it."
"On the contrary. There would probably be much more."
"That is deep. I don't understand."
"Is it difficult to make Miss Harleth understand her power?" Here Grandcourt had turned to Mrs Davilow, who, smiling gently at her daughter, said—
"I think she does not generally strike people as slow to understand."
"Mamma," said Gwendolen, in a deprecating tone, "I am adorably stupid, and want everything explained to me—when the meaning is pleasant."
"If you are stupid, I admit that stupidity is
