He remained in the ball, alone, through that dance, and at its conclusion, walked slowly through the rooms, speaking to people, here and there, as though nothing had happened, but when the music sounded again, he went to the dressing-room, found his hat and cloak, and left the house.

For a while he stood on the opposite side of the street, watching the lighted windows, and twice he caught sight of the lilac and white brocade, the dark hair, and the wreath of marguerites.

Then, with a hot pain in his breast, and the step of a Grenadier, he marched down the street.
In the carriage Mrs.Tanberry took Betty's hand in hers.

"I'll do as you wish, child," she said, "and never speak to you of him again as long as I live, except this once.

I think it was best for his own sake as well as yours, but--" "He needed a lesson," interrupted Miss Betty, wearily.