"
"Exactly; so that while it's going on I might find some quiet corner
where we may sit down and talk."
"Oh," said Isabel gravely, "you're much too considerate of me."
When the cotillion came Pansy was found to have engaged herself,
thinking, in perfect humility, that Lord Warburton had no
intentions. Isabel recommended him to seek another partner, but he
assured her that he would dance with no one but herself. As,
however, she had, in spite of the remonstrances of her hostess,
declined other invitations on the ground that she was not dancing at
all, it was not possible for her to make an exception in Lord
Warburton's favour.
"After all I don't care to dance," he said; "it's a barbarous
amusement: I'd much rather talk." And he intimated that he had
discovered exactly the corner he had been looking for-a quiet nook
in one of the smaller rooms, where the music would come to them
faintly and not interfere with conversation. Isabel had decided to let
him carry out his idea; she wished to be satisfied. She wandered
away from the ball-room with him, though she knew her husband
desired she should not lose sight of his daughter.
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