She had refused five partners, and now she was not dancing the mazurka.

She had not even a hope of being asked for it, because she was so successful in society that the idea would never occur to anyone that she had remained disengaged till now.

She would have to tell her mother she felt ill and go home, but she had not the strength to do this.

She felt crushed.

She went to the furthest end of the little drawing room and sank into a low chair.