... fifth. At the few balls I have hitherto frequented it has been a harmless figure enough; hands all round, and a repetition of l'ete. But now—oh, horror! what do I see? Everybody far and near is standing in attitude to gallopade. The Brat has his little arm round the cook's waist—at least not all the way round—it would take a lengthier limb than his to effect that; but a bit of the way, as far as it will go. An awful idea strikes me. Must Ashton and I gallopade too? I glance nervously toward him. He is looking quite ... — Nancy - A Novel • Rhoda Broughton
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