Miss Seymour is always so obliging; but she ought really to dance the reel with Harry to-night." He used Kate's full name, but Willits's head was buzzing too loudly for him to notice the delicately suggested rebuke.
"Well, I don't see that, and I'm not going to see it, either.

Harry's always coming in between us; he tried to get Miss Kate away from me a little while ago, but he didn't succeed." "Noblesse oblige, my dear Mr.Willits," rejoined St.George in a more positive tone.

"He is host, you know, and the ball is given to Miss Seymour, and Harry can do nothing else but be attentive." He felt like strangling the cub, but it was neither the time nor place--nothing should disturb Kate's triumph if he could help it.

One way was to keep Willits sober, and this he intended to do whether the young man liked it or not--if he talked to him all night.
"But it is my dance," Willits broke out.

"You ask him if it isn't my dance--he heard what Miss Kate said.