And a moment ensued when she debated taking his hand.

She was too soon glad that her intuition forbade the demonstration.
"It was all so beautiful, papa," she said, timidly.

"I have no way to tell you how I thank you." "You may do that," he replied, evenly, with no unkindness, with no kindness, either, in the level of his tone, "by never dancing again more than twice with one man in one evening." "I think I should much prefer not, myself," she returned, lifting her head to face him gravely.

"I believe if I cared to dance more than once with one, I should like to dance all of them with him." Mr.Carewe frowned.

"I trust that you discovered none last night whom you wished to honor with your entire programme ?" "No," she laughed, "not last night." Her father tossed away his cigar abruptly "Is it too much to hope," he inquired, "that when you discover a gentleman with whom you desire to waltz all night, you will omit to mention the fact to him ?" There was a brief flash of her eye as she recalled her impulse to take his hand, but she immediately looked at him with such complete seriousness that he feared his irony had been thrown away.
"I'll remember not to mention it," she answered.