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The night seemed quite mild, but Myra took her host's advice and put on

her fur coat before going out into the courtyard to watch the

perforreeted with

cheers when they appeared in the patio A bearded patriarch, who

looked as if he had stepped out of a picture by Velasquez, stepped

forward and delivered a flowery speech of welcoed youths perfored instru old Spanish and Basque folk

songs, after which Don Carlos's own orchestra, which had played in the

great hall during dinner, took up a position in the centre of the patio

and dancing beca and take part in the fun," cried

Don Carlos gaily "Coirls are dancing so merrily"

He did not wait for an answer, and before Myra quite realised as

happening she found herself being whirled round in his arhtly, Don Carlos, and don't dance so fast," she

protested breathlessly, after a few minutes "I am nearly suffocated

in this fur coat, and the cobbles are hurting my feet One can't dance

on cobble-stones in satin shoes"

"Myra, darling, the delight of holding you in et

all else," Don Carlos responded, slackening his pace "I'll guide you

out of the crowd, and "

"I don't want you to et out of this crush, for I hate being elbowed about"