"There!" said Kitty, pointing her partner to a particular spot on the
terrace. "I think that will do. Where are the castanets, I wonder?"
"Kitty!" said a voice behind her. Ashe emerged from the drawing-room.
"Kitty, please! It is nearly midnight. Everybody is tired--and you
yourself must be worn out! Say good-night, and let us all go to bed."
She turned. Willam's voice was low, but peremptory. She shook back her
hair from her temples and neck, with the gesture he had learned to
dread.
"Nobody's tired--and nobody wants to go to bed. Please stand out of the
way, William. I want plenty of room for my steps."
And she began pirouetting, as though to try the capacities of the space,
humming to herself.
"Helston--this must be, please, for another night," said Ashe,
resolutely, in the young man's ear. "Lady Kitty is much too tired."
Then to Lady Edith, and the Dean--"Lady Edith, it would be very kind of
you to persuade my wife to go to bed. She never knows when she is done!"
Lady Edith warmly acquiesced, and, hurrying up to Kitty, she tried to
persuade her in soft, caressing phrases.
"I stand on my rights!" said the Dean, following her.
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