She made a wonderful impression
that night and became a general favourite. She wanted it to go on
and on and to never stop. When the last waltz was played, and
encored, and the ball was really ended, Peg felt a pang of regret
such as she had not felt for a long, long time.
It was the first real note of pleasure she had experienced in
England and now it was ended and tomorrow had to be faced and the
truth told. What would happen? What course would Mrs. Chichester
take? Send her away? Perhaps--and then--? Peg brushed the thought
away. At all events she had enjoyed that ones wonderful evening.
"Oh, I am so happy! So happy!" she cried, as Jerry led her back to
her seat at the conclusion of the last dance. "Sure the whole wurrld
seems to be goin' round and round and round in one grand waltz. It's
the first time I've been ralely happy since I came here. And it's
been through you! Through you! Thank ye, Jerry."
"I'm glad it has been through me, Peg," said Jerry quietly.
"Faith these are the only moments in life that count--the happy
ones. Why can't it always be like this? Why shouldn't we just laugh
and dance our way through it all?" went on Peg excitedly. The rhythm
of the movement of the dance was in her blood: the lights were
dancing before her eyes: the music beat in on her brain.
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