I know it is requesting so much of you to ask your relinquishment of this first dance with me to-night.

As president of the Bachelors' Club it is your right, of course, but don't you truly think I ought to give it to Mr.McNeil?
We were together all the way from the house, you know, and we had such a delightful walk.

You wouldn't truly mind yielding up your claim for just this once, would you ?" Moffat did not reply, simply because he could not; he was struck dumb, gasping for breath, the room whirling around before him, while he stared at her with dazed, unseeing eyes.

His very helplessness to respond she naturally interpreted as acquiescence.
"It is so good of you, Mr.Moffat, for I realize how you were counting upon this first dance, were n't you?
But Mr.McNeil being here as the guest of your club, I think it is perfectly beautiful of you to waive your own rights as president, so as to acknowledge his unexpected contribution to the joy of our evening." She touched him playfully with her hand, the other resting lightly upon McNeil's sleeve, her innocent, happy face upturned to his dazed eyes.

"But remember, the next turn is to be yours, and I shall never forget this act of chivalry." It is doubtful if he saw her depart, for the entire room was merely an indistinct blur.