She went down to the ground floor and now she heard music very like the gay compelling sounds she had danced to last night coming from the tavern.
They were dancing!
Jabina felt that her feet itched to dance too.
She was no longer tired.
She felt some of the excitement that had been hers the night before flow over her as she listened to the exhilarating sounds. It meant, she felt, that soldiers were twirling round in a waltz such as she had danced in the Duke’s arms.
Impulsively and without thinking that it might be an unwise thing to do, she put out her hand to open the door that led into the tavern.
Even as she did so she heard the Duke’s voice say,
“Jabina!”
She turned to see him coming down the corridor.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“They are dancing,” she said her eyes s
