"Mon Dieu, Messieurs, je ne demanderais pas mieux," she said gaily. "Why didn't somebody ask me before?"
"You promised us each a dance," retorted Tappan sulkily, "but you never made good. I'll take mine now if you don't mind——"
"I'm down first!" insisted the Pink 'un.
They squabbled over her furiously; Bunbury Gray got her; she swung away into a waltz on his arm, glancing backward at Duane, who watched her until she disappeared in the whirl of dancers. Then he strolled to the edge of the lantern-lit glade, stood for a moment looking absently at the shadowy woods beyond, and presently sauntered into the luminous dusk, which became darker and more opaque as he left the glare of the glade behind.
Here and there fantastic figures loomed, moving slowly, two and two, under the fairy foliage;
