Those charming tide-waiters on social success, the fair, artfully mingling expectation with compliment, only extract from him the laughing statement that this one waltz was the single exception allowed him from the rule of his professional conduct, and he refers them to his elder critics.

A single face, loutish, looming, and vindictive, stands on among the crowd--the face of Seth Davis.

He had not seen him since he left the school; he had forgotten his existence; even now he only remembered his successor, Joe Masters, and he looked curiously around to see if that later suitor of Cressy's was present.

It was not until he reached the door that he began to think seriously of Seth Davis's jealous face, and was roused to a singular indignation.

"Why hadn't this great fool vented his jealousy on the openly compromising Masters," he thought.