"Don't look so dreadfully preoccupied," she said to him in a whisper. But he shook his head at her, almost savagely, and went away, and did not dance. Dance! How was he to dance with such an enterprise as that upon his mind? Even to Burgo Fitzgerald the task of running away with another man's wife had in it something which prevented dancing. Lady Monk was older, and was able to regulate her feelings with more exactness. But Burgo, though he could not dance, went down into the dining-room and drank. He took a large beer-glass full of champagne and soon after that another. The drink did not flush his cheeks or make his forehead red, or bring out the sweat-drops on his brow, as it does with some men; but it added a peculiar brightness to his blue eyes. It was by the light of his eyes that men knew when Burgo had been drinking.

But he shook his head almost savagely, and went away. Dance! How was he to dance? Even to Burgo Fitzgerald the task of running away with another man's wife had in it something which prevented dancing.
Instead he went down into the dining-room and drank. He took a large beer-glass full of champagne and then another. The drink did not flush his cheeks, but it added a peculiar brightness to his blue eyes. It was by the light of his eyes that men knew when Burgo had been drinking.
