"I think you'd better go, Frank.

Really." "There!" his mother cried.

"Miss Adams says so, herself! What more do you want ?" "Oh, gracious!" he lamented again, and, with a sick look over his shoulder at Alice, permitted his mother to take his arm and propel him away.

Mrs.Dowling's spirits had strikingly recovered even before the pair passed from the corridor: she moved almost bouncingly beside her embittered son, and her eyes and all the convolutions of her abundant face were blithe.
Alice went in search of Walter, but without much hope of finding him.
What he did with himself at frozen-face dances was one of his most successful mysteries, and her present excursion gave her no clue leading to its solution.

When the musicians again lowered their instruments for an interval she had returned, alone, to her former seat within the partial shelter of the box-trees.
She had now to practice an art that affords but a limited variety of methods, even to the expert: the art of seeming to have an escort or partner when there is none.