It recedes slowly, slowly up the street.

The company stand in the pretty parlor, and not a word is spoken.

It is past midnight; the music is over.
"What a charming party! Mr.Newt, how much we are obliged to you!" says Mrs.Godefroi Plumer, as Abel hands her into the carriage.
"The pleasure is all mine, Madame," replies Mr.Newt, as he sees with bitterness that Sligo Moultrie stands ready to offer his hand to assist Miss Plumer.

The footman holds the carriage door open.

Miss Plumer can accept the assistance of but one, and Mr.Abel is resolved to know which one.
"Permit me, Miss Plumer," says Sligo.
"Allow me, Miss Grace," says Abel.
The latter address sounds to her a little too free.