and quick as thought Mrs. Drummond had glided out of my arm and from the room.
'What has become of Mrs. Drummond?' exclaimed Miss Blount, as she turned round and saw only one of the performers. 'You were dancing a minute ago.'
'And we only stopped a minute ago, when you did.'
'Yes, I did that on purpose; people generally look so delightfully silly when pulled up with a round turn. Now I feel ill-used.'
'Thank you. I am sorry, of course, for your disappointment, especially after your admirable playing.'
'Thanks; but for my own part I prefer dancing.'
'I need not tell Miss Blount that I, too, prefer her as a partner.'
'No, you need not, for I should not believe you. But you, you poor boy, you are quite tired out. You are as white as a ghost. Mrs. Drummond, she called out to her hostess, who had just returned to the room, 'it's really too bad of us; we altogether forgot that Mr. Verner has been out after cattle all day, and have nearly danced him to death.'
Mrs. Drummond made no answer. For myself I felt horribly guilty. I must have been mad to have ventured on such an impertinence, and I did not dare to face her lest I should read my fate in her eyes. I busied myself putting the music into the stand. I suppose I was making rather wild work of it, for Miss Blount, seeing what I was about, exclaimed,—
'Pray, don't put the music like that. One would
