Burgo waltzed excellently, and in old days, before her marriage, Lady Glencora had been passionately fond of dancing. She seemed to give herself up to it now as though the old days had come back to her. Lady Monk, creeping to the intermediate door between her den and the dancing-room, looked in on them, and then crept back again. Mrs. Marsham and Mr. Bott standing together just inside the other door, near to the staircase, looked on also--in horror.
"He shouldn't have gone away and left her," said Mr. Bott, almost hoarsely.
"But who could have thought it?" said Mrs. Marsham. "I'm sure I didn't."
"I suppose you'd better tell him?" said Mr. Bott.

Burgo waltzed excellently, and before her marriage, Lady Glencora had been passionately fond of dancing. She seemed to give herself up to it now as though the old days had come back to her. Lady Monk, creeping from her den to the dancing-room, looked in on them, and then crept back again. Mrs. Marsham and Mr. Bott, standing together just inside the other door, looked on also - in horror.
"He shouldn't have gone away and left her," said Mr. Bott, almost hoarsely.
"But who could have thought it?" said Mrs. Marsham. "I'm sure I didn't."
"I suppose you'd better tell him?" said Mr. Bott.
