Keith settled himself and waited to be presented.
The gentleman came in with a pleased air as his eye rested on the young lady.
"There is where she gets her high-bred looks--from her father," thought Keith; rising.
The next moment the gentleman was shaking hands warmly with Miss Alice and cordially with Mrs.Yorke.And then, after a pause,--a pause in which Miss Alice had looked at her mother,--the girl introduced "Mr.
Lancaster." He turned and spoke to Keith pleasantly.
"Mr.Keith is--an acquaintance we made in the South when we were there winter before last," said Mrs.Yorke.
"A friend of ours," said the girl.

She turned back to Keith.
"Tell me what Dr.Balsam said." "Mr.Keith knows the Wentworths--I believe you know the Wentworths very well ?" Mrs.Yorke addressed Mr.Keith.
"Yes, I have known Norman since we were boys.

I have met his mother, but I never met his father." Mrs.Yorke was provoked at the stupidity of denying so advantageous an acquaintance.

But Mr.Lancaster took more notice of Keith than he had done before.

His dark eyes had a gleam of amusement in them as he turned and looked at the young man.