Miss Kate dances this reel with me." There was a flash in his eye as he spoke, but he was still the host.
"And I suppose you will want the one after supper too," snapped Willits.
He had edged closer and was now speaking to Harry's bent back.
"Why, certainly, if Miss Kate is willing and wishes it," rejoined Harry simply, still too intent on having the ice reach his sweetheart at the earliest possible moment to notice either Willits's condition or his tone of voice.
Willits sprang forward just as Harry regained his erect position.

"No you won't, sir!" he cried angrily.

"I've got some rights here and I'm going to protect them.

I'll ask Miss Kate myself and find out whether I am to be made a fool of like this," and before St.George could prevent started for the door.
Harry dropped the plate on the table and blocked the enraged man's exit with his outstretched arm.

He was awake now--wide awake--and to the cause.
"You'll do nothing of the kind, Langdon--not in your present state.