after all? At that the music seemed to change; it sounded sad, sad; it rose upon a great sigh. Oh, how quickly things changed! Why didn’t happiness last for ever? For ever wasn’t a bit too long.
“I want to stop,” she said in a breathless voice. The fat man led her to the door.
“No,” she said, “I won’t go outside. I won’t sit down. I’ll just stand here, thank you.” She leaned against the wall, tapping with her foot, pulling up her gloves and trying to smile. But deep inside her a little girl threw her pinafore over her head and sobbed. Why had he spoiled it all?
“I say, you know,” said the fat man, “you mustn’t take me seriously, little lady.”
“As if I should!” said Leila, tossing her small dark head and sucking her underlip. . . .
Again the couples paraded. The swing doors opened and shut. Now new music was given out by the bandmaster. But Lelia didn’t want to dance any more. She wanted to be home, or sitting on the verandah listening to those baby owls. When she looked through the dark windows at the stars, they had long beams like wings. . . .
But presently a soft, melting, ravishing tune began, and a young man with curly hair bowed before her. She would have to dance, out of politeness, until she could find Meg. Very stiffly she walked into the middle; very
