Willits reached her first: "Miss Kate, isn't this my dance ?" he burst out--"didn't you promise me ?" Kate started and for a moment her face flushed.

If she had forgotten any promise she had made it certainly was not intentional.

Then her mind acted.

There must be no bad blood here--certainly not between Harry and Willits.
"No, not quite that, Mr.Willits," she answered in her sweetest voice, a certain roguish coquetry in its tones.

"I said I'd think it over, and you never came near me, and so Harry and I are--" "But you DID promise me." His voice could be heard all over the room--even the colonel, who was talking to a group of ladies, raised his head to listen, his companions thinking the commotion was due to the proper arranging of the dance.
Harry's eyes flashed; angry blood was mounting to his cheeks.