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Updated: June 8, 2025
"Now, suh, would you consider a fox-trot, an' single-foot, an' rack, an' pace, an' amble, distinctions not worth distinguishin'? I assuah you, gentlemen, there was a time befo' I was afflicted in my hip, if you'll pardon me, Miss Tuck, when I was quite celebrated in Paduky for all those gaits; an in my opinion the Deacon's co'rect when he says that a ho'se of any position in society gets his gaits by his haid, an' not by his, ah, limbs, Miss Tuck.
Lane remembered the one-step, the fox-trot and other new dances of an earlier day, when the craze for new dancing had become general, but this sort of gyration was vastly something else. It disgusted Lane. He felt the blood surge to his face. He watched Helen Wrapp in the arms of Swann, and he realized, whatever had been the state of his heart on his return home, he did not love her now.
But she drew back, laughing outright. "I don't know how!" "Don't dance?" I must have looked my amazement, for she answered: "I've often danced, all alone, when I just couldn't help it; but there hasn't been any one to teach me your kind!" "I will," I cried delightedly. "We'll begin with that fox-trot!" "We'd look awfully silly," she replied. "Besides, the name of your dance is atrocious."
But he held stubbornly to his place, and in this place set out along an unmarked trail. He covered mile after mile at a fox-trot, mile after mile in absolute silence, until faint rays of dawn, streaking the sky above a ridge to the east, surprised him into realization of the quick passage of night and his own prolonged duty therein. It was all very strange. Daylight followed swiftly.
All this he discovered while he stood in the doorway of the Hotel de Soto grill, and watched Nell, the ex-chambermaid of the Temple of Jimjambo, doing the turkey-trot and the fox-trot and the grizzly-bear and the bunny-hug in the arms of a young man with the face of a bulldog. Peter stood for a long while in a daze.
Hold on a minute, I'm going to shift my saddle to Columbine. I know her and she knows me, don't you, old girl?" "She's de quality, sure," agreed Junius. "This is something like," sighed Bolivar, falling easily into Columbine's smooth fox-trot. They had gone perhaps a mile when Bolivar suddenly clapped his hand to his breast-pocket and pulled up short. "What done happen, Mr. Bol'var?" asked Junius.
His daughter removed the record of John McCullough's ravings, sniffed at it, and put a fox-trot in its place. "He's got to learn to dance," she explained, laying hands upon the guest. "Dancing dancing!" murmured Mr. Montague, as if the very word recalled bitter memories.
Come now, the opening chorus of act one, and please this time keep on the key. Before, it was sour, sour. Come! La-la-la . . ." "Mr Thalzburg!" "Miss Trevor?" "There was an awfully thweet fox-trot you used to play us. I do wish . . ." "Some other time, some other time! Now we must work. Come! La-la-la . . ." "I wish you could have heard it, girls," said the cherub regretfully.
He hastened down to the drawing-room, lighted just as he had left it, with the piano thrumming out that waltz, or fox-trot, or whatever they called it in these days, and passed through on to the verandah. Where could he watch, without her seeing him? And he stole down through the fruit garden to the boat-house. He was between her and the river now, and his heart felt lighter.
Carley received some meed of gratification out of the sensation she created, but she did not carry her craving for it to the point of overshadowing Flo. On the contrary, she contrived to have Flo share the attention she received. She taught Flo to dance the fox-trot and got Glenn to dance with her. Then she taught it to Lee Stanton.
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