"There is a time for everything, and this is the time for presenting my dear friend here, Mr.Percy Linwood.

He is like me, Miss Charlotte--_he_ has been struck by your glorious simplicity, and _he_ wants words." At this part of the presentation, he happened to look toward the irate Captain, and instantly gave him a hint on the subject of his temper.

"I say, Arthur Bervie! we are all good-humored people here.

What have you got on your eyebrows?
It looks like a frown; and it doesn't become you.

Send for a skilled waiter, and have it brushed off and taken away directly!" "May I ask, Miss Bowmore, if you are disengaged for the next dance ?" said Percy, the moment the Major gave him an opportunity of speaking.
"Miss Bowmore is engaged to _me_ for the next dance," said the angry Captain, before the young lady could answer.
"The third dance, then ?" Percy persisted, with his brightest smile.
"With pleasure, Mr.Linwood," said Miss Bowmore.