He saw that she danced twice with Radowitz, and that Falloden stood meanwhile in the doorway of the hall, twisting his black moustache, and chaffing Meyrick, yet all the time with an eye on the ballroom.

And during one long disappearance, he found himself guessing that Falloden had taken her to the library for greater seclusion.

Only a very few people seemed to know that the fine old room was open.
"Where is Connie ?" said poor Mrs.Hooper fretfully--when three o'clock had long struck.

"I can't keep awake!" * * * * * And now a midsummer sun was rising over Oxford.

The last carriage had rumbled through the streets; the last merry group of black-coated men, and girls in thin shoes and opera-cloaks had vanished.