This pale girl with the tired eyes and self-contained manner interested him.
The difference, too, between her and the rest of the family was puzzling.
"I believe, Miss Scott," he said, "that I met you at the Stuarts' dance." "I was there," she admitted.

"I don't think I danced with you, but we had supper at the same table." "I remember it perfectly," he said.

"Wasn't it supposed to be a very good dance ?" She shrugged her shoulders.
"I believe so," she answered.

"There was the usual fault--too many girls.

But it was very pretty to watch." "You do not care for dancing, yourself, perhaps ?" he hazarded.
"Indeed I do," she declared.