Oh, that she could have more time! "Jupiter!" muttered Graydon, as he descended the stairs, "her talk makes a fellow's blood tingle." Miss Wildmere had just entered with Arnault, and Graydon asked, "Are you not going to give me one dance this evening ?" "Yes, two, if you wish," she replied, sweetly.
He took her at her word, and was as devoted as ever.

He had no thought of being anything else.

Arnault secured the last word, however, and Graydon made no effort to prevent this.

He had accepted the disagreeable situation, and proposed, although with increasing reluctance and discontent, to let the girl have a clear field and manage the affair as she thought wise under the circumstances.

He was too proud to have maintained a jostling and open pursuit with Arnault in any event, and now, believing that he understood the lady better, felt that there was no occasion for it He had indicated to her just where he stood, and just where she could ever find him.