His
look frightened, almost terrified her. She felt like a trapped creature
that lies quaking in the grass, listening to the coming footsteps of its
captor.
In a vague way Jerry was aware of her inquietude, and when they rose at
length to leave their secluded corner, he turned and spoke with a certain
blunt chivalry that did him credit.
"I say, Nan, if things get unbearable, you'll promise to let me know?
I'll do anything to help you, you know--anything under the sun."
And Nan squeezed his arm tightly in acknowledgment, though she made no
verbal answer.
Amid a crowd of departing dancers they came face to face with Piet. He
was standing in an attitude of immense patience near the door. Very
quietly he addressed her.
"Colonel Everard and your sisters have gone. The motor is waiting to take
you when you are ready."
She started back sharply. Her nerves were on edge, and the news was a
shock. Her hand was still on Jerry's arm. Impulsively she turned to
him.
"I haven't had nearly enough yet," she declared. "Come along, Jerry!
Let's dance to the bitter end!"
Jerry took her at her word on the instant, and began to thread the way
back to the ballroom. But before they reached it a quiet hand fastened
upon his shoulder, detaining him.
"Pardon me," said Piet Cradock, "but my wife has had more than enough
already, and I am going to take her home!"
Jerry stopped, struck silent for the moment by sheer astonishment.
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