He noticed, too, that the young man's face was flushed and his utterance unusually rapid, and he knew what had caused it.
"They will be just what Miss Seymour wants them to be, Willits." The words came in hard, gritting tones through half-closed lips, and the tightening of his throat muscles.

This phase of the Rutter blood was dangerous.
Kate was startled.

Harry must not lose his self-control.

There must be no misunderstandings on this the happiest night of her life.
"Yes," she said sweetly, with a gracious bend of her head--"but I do want to dance with Mr.Willits, only I don't know which one to give him." "Then give me the Virginia reel, Miss Kate, the one that comes just before supper, and we can go all in together--you too, Harry," Willits insisted eagerly.

"See, Miss Kate--your card is still empty," and he turned toward her the face of the one hanging to her wrist.
"No, never the reel, Kate, that is mine!" burst out Harry determinedly, as a final dismissal to Willits.