floor and over it she watched Lasca and Byron glide, softly, dangerously, like panthers. In an instant they had disappeared.
Wilder! Wilder! she urged Dick.
What's the matter with you tonight, Mary? he inquired. You're like a flame.
All over the hall they were singing:
No sir, don't mean maybe,
Yes sir, that's my baby now . . .
When the music stopped Mary and Dick found themselves by the side of Byron and Lasca.
Been looking for you everywhere, Mary, Byron said. This is Mrs. Sartoris, Miss Love and Mr. Sill.
Oh, I know Lasca! Dick exclaimed.
Dick and I are old friends, she remarked, as she clasped his proffered hand.
Mary had not given her hand. She said, So you're the famous Mrs. Sartoris!
Infamous, you mean! Lasca tossed back her head and laughed.
Mary was silent. People shouldn't talk like that, she was thinking.
Lasca's a wonderful sport, Mary, Byron spoke with enthusiasm. Did you see us doing the Charleston together?
No, I didn't, she replied. So he called her Lasca! She recalled that it was not till their third
