Oh, well, he reflected, no doubt the other young lady was down for the eighth dance with some one else, if they had things so mixed.

Of one thing he was sure.

He had that tenth dance with Miss Stevens.

He had inspected both cards to make certain of that, and had seen with carefully concealed joy that she had compared them as minutely as he had.

He saw confusion going on all about him, laughing young people attempting to straighten out the tangle, and the dance was slow in starting.
Almost the first two on the floor were Miss Stevens and Billy Westlake, and as he saw them, from his vantage point outside one of the broad windows, gliding gracefully up the far side of the room, he realized with a twinge of impatience what a remarkably unskilled dancer he himself was.