She wore one of her oldest dresses and obviously had
neither powder on her face nor the lightest touch of the rouge which
became her so well. Moreover, she was listless beyond experience, and
when he asked her if she would go to the Savoy and dance that night,
she answered that she thought she would give up dancing altogether. It
quite took his breath away.
"Give up dancing--but, Kitty, you're mad about it!"
"No, dear, I was mad to be mad about it: but what good does it do to
anybody, just going up and down and round and round with a man you may
never see again. Surely we were not sent into the world to do that! Ask
the vicar of the parish what he thinks, or Doctor Lanfry, who is doing
such splendid work at the hospitals. I think we have to make good in
life, and dancing, surely, will not help us. So I mean to give it up,
and smoking and all horrid things. I'm sure you'll like me better for
that, dear; you know how jealous my dancing used to make you, but now
you'll never have any cause to be jealous again."
Ambrose did not know what to say.
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