"How nice you've come in good time," he said to her, embracing her waist; "such a bad habit to be late.
" Bending her left hand, she laid it on his shoulder, and her little feet in their pink slippers began swiftly, lightly, and rhythmically moving over the slippery floor in time to the music.
"It's a rest to waltz with you," he said to her, as they fell into the first slow steps of the waltz.
" It's exquisite--such lightness, precision.