"I wish I could see
her."
Rene put a hand on each side of her slender waist and lifted her
high, so that her pretty head rose above the crowding people.
Alice chanced to turn her face that way just then and saw the
unconventional performance. Her eyes met those of Adrienne and she
gave a nod of smiling recognition. It was a rose beaming upon a
gilliflower.
M. Roussillon naturally understood that all this stir and crowding
to see was but another demonstration of his personal popularity.
He bowed and waved a vast hand.
But the master of ceremonies called loudly for the dancers to take
their places. Oncle Jazon attacked his fiddle again with startling
energy. Those who were not to dance formed a compact double line
around the wall, the shorter ones in front, the taller in the
rear. And what a scene it was! but no person present regarded it
as in any way strange or especially picturesque, save as to the
gown of Alice, which was now floating and whirling in time to
Oncle Jazon's mad music. The people outside the house cheerfully
awaited their turn to go in while an equal number went forth to
chat and sing around the fires.
Beverley was in a young man's seventh heaven. The angels formed a
choir circling around his heart, and their song brimmed his
universe from horizon to horizon.
When he called at Roussillon place, and Alice appeared so
beautifully and becomingly robed, it was another memorable
surprise.
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