What Will People Say?

erited its manners with its silver. Both were a

the formalities and the good manners remained as heir

een the streets as he paraded them on one or two great occasions; he

ssion to their festivities with every possible difficulty, and conducted themselves with rigid dignity in the general eye. Even the annu

drive out the waltz; but it had not there, as he

s had broken out. The epidemic had taken a new form. Grace and romance were banished for grotesque and cyn

e and lay down their exclusiveness at the same time, and with a sort of mania; and that they should be converted to these steps by a dance

garchy was infatuated to the point of finding any place a fit place. The aged were h

s they lose their novelty and rarity. "The devil has had those tunes long e

talk as Persis did and Ten Eyck; he would proclaim the turkey-trot a harmless romp, and the tango a simple walk around. Later still he would turn from them all in disgust, not

e saw nothing wrong, he sat gasping

g women of high degree in the arms of the scions of great houses jostled and drifted with walke

d pillars, the same couples reeled again and again i

hurt him surprisingly to see her in such a crew and responding to the music of songs whose words, unsung but easily remembered or imagined, were all concerned with "tea

hey could and breathe. Now they sidled, now they trotted, now twirled madly as on a pivot. Their feet seemed t

ankles. The tune took on a kind of care-free swagger, a flip boastfulness. He wanted to get up an

ed an opportunity that he must not miss again. He had wi

returned, Mrs. Neff's partner nodding his head with a breathles

nguor. They had given their youthful spirits pl

ls full of broken ice, from which gold-necked bottles protruded. And at ea

with the appetite of harvesters. Pe

you don't trot

Ten Eyck. "It's really very simp

o a description

can. And you've got to hold her tight. Then just step out and trot; twirl around once in a while, and once i

e no more fun of them than revivalists make of a preacher and a new convert. They were proselytes to the new

determined to retrieve himself. In a lit

en Eyck. "Come on, Winifred!" Bob Fielding lifted Mrs. Neff

it?" she said, with an

d I'd disg

. Come along. We'l

to his arms. Before he knew it they were swaying together. He had a na

ne foot after the other. He trod on her toes, and

t! That's right.

bugle-call. But he could not master the whirl till she

lock knees

took a new meaning. With a desperate masterfulness he swept

anted everybody to know it. This thought alone

ce really was not indecent; but certainly his thoughts of her

esh; their thoughts were so harmonious that she seemed to follow even

a four, but a two-legged angel, for his right foot w

ermingled and merged together. And now what had seemed odious as a spectacle was only a sane and youthful frivolity, an April response to the joy of life, the glory of motion

grily, and the band took up the last strains again. Again Forbes caught

med a long time to him. He ignored the other couples disp

r! He had come to the city a stranger, forlorn with loneliness, at noonday. And at noon of n