Lady Carey suddenly dropped her partner's arm.

She had seen a man standing by himself with folded arms and moody face at the entrance to the ball-room.

She raised her lorgnettes.

His identity was unquestionable.
"Will you excuse me for a moment, Captain Horton," she said to her escort.

"I want particularly to speak to Mr.Brott." Captain Horton bowed with the slight disappointment of a hungry man on his way to the supper-room.
"Don't be long," he begged.