Most of us, however, were looking at the "dragon." That lady sat bolt upright in her chair as if she could not believe her ears. Then she said, in an acid voice, "Miss Fleming."
"Yes, Mrs. Scrivener-Yapling," answered that young lady.
"Will you oblige me by coming here for a moment?"
Miss Fleming slowly revolved in her circular chair, then rose and walked up to the head of the table.
"Miss Strong," said the "dragon" calmly, to the young lady who sat beside her, "will you oblige me by taking Miss Fleming's place at the center of the table?"
Miss Strong rose and took Miss Fleming's place.
"Sit down beside me, please," said the "dragon" to Miss Fleming; and that unfortunate young woman, now as red as a rose, sat down beside the "dragon."
Stewart Montague bit his lip. The rest of us said nothing, and appeared not to notice what had occurred. Conversation went on among ourselves. The incident seemed ended; but, when the fish was brought, and placed before Miss Fleming, she did not touch it. Her eyes were still upon the table. Then, apparently unable to struggle any longer
