Mrs.Muir waited for Graydon's return, feeling that, although the office of chaperon had in a sense been forced upon her, she could not depart without seeing Miss Wildmere again.

The young lady at last appeared, and, believing that she had made all the points she cared for that night, did not tax Mrs.
Muir's patience beyond a few moments.

While she lingered she looked curiously at Madge, who was going through a Virginia reel as if she fully shared in the decided and almost romping spirit with which it was danced.

She was uncertain whether or not she saw a possible rival in Graydon's thoughts, but she knew well that she had found a competitor for sovereignty in all social circles where they might appear together.

This fact in itself was sufficient to secure the arrogant girl's ill-will and jealousy.