cries: "Go on with the music, the dance is not half over." He extended
his arm to the woman again. "Our dance is not finished."

"Yes, it is," she said as the flying feet once more twinkled across the
polished floor, as everybody took a long breath and a new start
apparently unconscious of the pause.

"It is over for me. What I saw!"

"What did you see?"

"I don't know, but I'm going back home to my child. Good-night."

* * * * *

Yes, the music had stopped suddenly. The man in the farthest alcove
turned to his companion. They were hidden by a group of palms.

"I wonder why?" queried the woman. She was deathly pale. Her eyes were
dark with fear, yet alight with passionate determination.

"When it begins," said the man tenderly, "we will slip away. My car is
outside. Everything is ready."

"That is my husband over there," said the woman.

"Yes," said the man, "he won't trouble you any more."

"That woman with him is leaving him," she said. "I wonder why." She
turned suddenly with a great start. "There is somebody here," she