She saw that her companion's cheeks were still crimson.

"I understand," said she.
A buzz of whispering, like a July beetle, followed Miss Carewe and her partner about the room during the next dance.

How had Tom managed it?
Had her father never told her?
Who had dared to introduce them?
Fanchon was the only one who knew, and as she whirled by with Will Cummings, she raised her absent glance long enough to give Tom an affectionate and warning shake of the head.
Tom did not see this; Miss Carewe did.

Alas! She smiled upon him instantly and looked deep into his eyes.

It was the third time.
She was not afraid of this man-flirt; he was to be settled with once and forever.