Publisher's Synopsis
The girl came into the room with a darting movement like a swallow, looked round her with the same birdlike quickness, and then ran across the polished floor to where a young man sat on a sofa with one leg laid along it. -I have saved you this dance, Quentin,- she said, pronouncing the name with a pretty staccato. -You must be lonely not dancing, so I will sit with you.
