midday
A punchinello jarred against him with : `` Pardonnez _ moi , pardie ! _ '' On the perfumed air the music swelled rapturously ; a waltz , warm with the national life of Vienna ; the swan song of Lanner ! Softly , sweetly , breathed `` Die Schönbrunner ; '' faster whirled the moving forms . Eyes flashed more brightly ; little feet seemed born for dancing ; cheeks , pale at midday , were flushed with excitement ! Why does n't he dance , wondered the lady with the white lamb . Carnival comes but once a year ; a mad , merry time ; when gaiety should sweep all cares out of doors ! `` Said Strephon to Chloe : ` For a kiss , I 'll give thee the choice of my flock . '