Call him over here and find out!" The doctor, who had halted at the door, was now scrutinizing the faces of the guests as if in search of some one.

Then he moved swiftly to the far side of the room, touched Mark Gilbert, Harry's most intimate friend, on the shoulder, and the two left the floor.
Kate sat silent, a fixed smile on her face that ill concealed her anxiety.

She had heard every word of the talk between Mrs.Cheston and the colonel, but she did not share the old lady's alarm as to any actual conflict.

She would trust Uncle George to avoid that.

But what kept Harry?
Why leave her thus abruptly and send no word back?
In her dilemma she leaned forward and touched the colonel's arm.
"You don't think anything is the matter, dear colonel, do you ?" "With whom, Kate ?" "Between Harry and Mr.Willits.Harry might resent it--he was very angry." Her lips were quivering, her eyes strained.