While the couples were arranging themselves and the musicians tuning up, Pierre sat down with his little partner.

Natasha was perfectly happy; she was dancing with a grown-up man, who had been abroad.

She was sitting in a conspicuous place and talking to him like a grown-up lady.

She had a fan in her hand that one of the ladies had given her to hold.

Assuming quite the pose of a society woman (heaven knows when and where she had learned it) she talked with her partner, fanning herself and smiling over the fan.