Mrs Riller understood the look, which seemed to pierce into the very
depths of her frivolous little soul, and flushed angrily as she
moved away with Mr Bellthorp and mentally determined to be even with
Vandeloup on the first occasion.
Gaston, quite conscious of the storm he had raised, smiled serenely,
and then offered his arm to Kitty, which she refused, as she was
determined to find out from his own lips the truth of Jarper's
statement regarding Madame Midas.
'I don't want to dance,' she said curtly, pointing to the seat
beside her as an invitation for him to sit down.
'Pardon me,' observed Vandeloup, blandly, 'I do; we can talk
afterwards if you like.'
Their eyes met, and then Kitty arose and took his arm, with a
charming pout. It was no good fighting against the quiet, masterful
manner of this man, so she allowed him to put his arm round her
waist and swing her slowly into the centre of the room. 'One
summer's night in Munich' was a favourite valse, and everyone who
could dance, and a good many who could not, were up on the floor.
Every now and then, through the steady beat of the music, came the
light laugh of a woman or the deeper tones of a man's voice; and the
glare of the lights, the flashing jewels on the bare necks and arms
of women, the soft frou-frou of their dresses, as their partners
swung them steadily round, and the subtle perfume of flowers gave an
indescribable sensuous flavour to the whole scene.
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