Despite her resolve to make peace with him, up to that moment Grace had been unable to bring herself to the point of speaking pleasantly to him.
The waltz began, and as they glided around the room she was obliged to acknowledge herself that Henry Hammond's dancing left nothing to be desired.
"Perhaps my impressions of him are unjust, after all," thought Grace.

"I suppose I have no right to criticize him so severely, even though he was rude to me the other night.

I was rude, too.

Perhaps he will turn out--" But Grace's reflections were cut short by her partner, who had stopped in the center of the hall.
"Miss Harlowe," he said with a disagreeable smile, "you are standing directly under the mistletoe.

I suppose you know the penalty." Grace looked at him with flashing eyes.