"
Ouf!" cried Kitty, as she sprang across the sill of the window behind
them. "They're
all gone! The Bishop wishes me to become a
vice-president of the Women's Diocesan Association. And I've promised
three curates to open bazaars.
Ah, mon Dieu!" She raised her white
arms with a wild gesture, and then beckoned to Eddie Helston, who was
close beside her.
"Shall we try our dance?"
The young men of the house, a group of young guardsmen and diplomats,
gathered round, laughing and clapping. Kitty's dancing had become famous
during the winter as one of her many extravagances. She no longer
recited; literature bored her; motion was the only poetry. So she had
been carefully instructed by a
danseuse from the Opera, and in many
points, so the enthusiasts declared, had bettered her instructions. She
was now in love with a tempestuous Spanish dance, taught her by a gypsy
senorita who had been one of the sensations of the London season. It
required a partner, and she had been practising it with young Helston,
for several mornings past, in the empty ballroom. Helston had spread its
praises abroad; and all Haggart desired to see it.
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