Dinah opened her eyes a little wider and gave him the Homage of shy admiration; but she met a look in return that amazed her, that sent the blood in a wild unreasoning race to her heart.  For those eyes of burning, ardent blue had suddenly told her something, something that no eyes had ever told her before.  It was incredible but true.  Homage had met homage, aye, and more than homage.  There was mastery in his look; but there was also wonder and a curious species of half-grudging reverence.  She had amazed him, this witch with the sparkling eyes that shone so alluringly under the scarlet kerchief.  She had swept him as it were with a fan of flame.  She had made him live.  And he had pronounced her ordinary!

“I have always loved to dance,” she said in answer to his almost involuntary question.  “Do you like my dancing?  I’m so glad.”

“Like it!” He laughed with an odd shamefacedness.  “I could dance with you the whole evening.  But I should probably end by making a fool of myself like a man who has had too much champagne.”

Dinah laughed.  She had an exhilarating sense of having achieved a conquest undreamed of.  She also was feeling a little giddy, a little uncertain of the ground under her feet.

“Do you know,” she said, dropping her eyes instinctively before the fiery intensity of his, “I’ve never danced with a man before?  I—­I was a little afraid just at first lest you should find me—­gawky.”

“Ye gods!” said Sir Eustace.  “And you have really never danced with a man before!  Tell me!  How did you like it?”

“It was—­heavenly!” said Dinah, drawing a deep breath.

“Will you dance with me again?” he asked.

She nodded.  “Yes.”

“The very next dance?”

She nodded again.  “Yes.”

“And again after that?” said Sir Eustace.

She threw him a glance half-shy, half-daring.  “Don’t you think it might be too much for you?”

He laughed.  “I’ll risk it if you will.”

She turned towards him with a small, confidential gesture.  “What about Rose de Vigne?” she said.  “Don’t you want to dance with her?”

“Oh, presently,” he said.  “She’ll keep.”

Dinah broke into her high, sweet laugh.  “And what about—­all my other partners?” she said, with more assurance.

He bent to her.  “They must keep too.  Seriously, you don’t want to dance with any other fellow, do you?”

“I’m not a bit serious,” said Dinah.

“Do you?” he insisted.

She lifted her eyes momentarily.

“You don’t?” he insinuated.

She surrendered without conditions.  “Of course I don’t.”

“Then you mustn’t,” he said.  “Consider yourself booked to me for to-night, and when you’re not dancing with me, you can rest.  Sit out with Scott if you like!  Will you do that?”

“Why?” whispered Dinah.

Again her heart was beating very fast; she wondered why.