He answered her with an impetuosity that seemed to carry her along with it.  “Because your dancing is superb, magnificent, and I want to keep it for myself.  It may not be the same when you’ve danced with another man.  A flower fresh plucked is always sweeter than one that someone else has worn.”

Dinah’s hands clasped each other unconsciously.  She had never dreamed that Apollo could so stoop to favour her.

“I will do as you like,” she murmured after a moment.  “But I don’t suppose for an instant that anyone else would want to dance with me.  I don’t know anyone else.”

He smiled.  “I’m glad of that.  It would be sheer sacrilege for you to dance with a young oaf who didn’t know how.  It’s a bargain then.  I’ll give you all I can.  You mustn’t tell, of course.”

“Oh, I won’t tell,” laughed Dinah.

He gave her his arm.  “They are tuning up.  We won’t lose a minute.  I always like a clear floor, before the rabble begin.”

He led her to the top of the room, stood for a moment; then, as the music began, caught her to him, and they floated once more into the shining, enchanted mazes of their dreamland.

And Dinah danced as one inspired, for it seemed to her that her feet moved upon air as though winged.  Apollo had drawn her up to Olympus, and she drifted in his arm in spheres unknown, far above the clouds.

CHAPTER VI

CINDERELLA

“Come and sit down!” said Scott.

Dinah gave a little start.  She was standing close to him, but she had not seen him.  She looked at him for a second with far-away eyes, as if she did not know him.

Then recognition flashed into them.  She smiled an eager greeting.  “Oh, Mr. Studley, I want to thank you for the very happiest evening of my life.”

He smiled also as he sat down beside her.  “You are enjoying yourself?”

“Oh yes, indeed I am!” she assured him.  “Thank you a hundred million times!”

“Why thank me?” questioned Scott.

She drew a long, long breath.  “Because you were the magician who pulled the strings.  I should never have got dressed in the first place but for you.”

He gave a laugh of amused protest.  “Oh, surely!  I don’t feel I deserve that!”

She laughed with him.  “You did it anyhow.  And in the second place you got me out of a villainous bad temper and turned an ugly goblin into a very happy butterfly.  I’m downright ashamed of myself for being so horrid about Rose de Vigne.  She isn’t at all a bad sort though she is so impossibly beautiful.  Your brother is going to dance with her now.  See!  There they go!”

She looked after them with a smile of complete content.

“You’re feeling generous,” remarked Scott.

She turned to him again, flushed and radiant.  “I can afford to—­though it’s for the first time in my life.  I’ve never had such a happy time,—­never, never, never!  Isn’t your brother wonderful?  His dancing is—­” Words failed her.  She raised her hands and let them fall with a gesture expressive of unbounded admiration.