Then with a charming smile, "Oh, Mr.Wynkoop, I have decided to claim your escort to supper.
You do not care ?" Wynkoop bowed, his face like a poppy.
"I thought you would not mind obliging me in this.

Come, Lieutenant." Miss Spencer, when she desired to be, was a most vivacious companion, and always an excellent dancer.

Brant easily succumbed to her sway, and became, for the time being, a victim to her charms.

They circled the long room twice, weaving their way skilfully among the numerous couples, forgetful of everything but the subtile intoxication of that swinging cadence to which their feet kept such perfect time, occasionally exchanging brief sentences in which compliment played no insignificant part.

To Brant, as he marked the heightened color flushing her fair cheeks, the experience brought back fond memories of his last cadet ball at the Point, and he hesitated to break the mystic spell with abrupt questioning.