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Mischievously glancing at a spray of mistletoe above the girl's dark head, he stepped forward with the careless gallantry that had won him many a kindly glance from pretty eyes and was strangely to fail him now. For at the look in Madge's calm eyes, he drew back, stammering. "I I beg your pardon!" said Doctor Ralph.
"We weren't saints then," said old Valpy, with a senile chuckle. "Ah, then, we haven't changed much in that respect," retorted Frettlby, drily. "You talk of your theatres now," went on Valpy, with the garrulousness of old age; "why, you haven't got a dancer like Rosanna." Brian started on hearing this name again, and he felt Madge's cold hand touch his.
Her beauty was of an ethereal type. She looked so white and light and fragile that she might have been the spirit of that storm-foam from out of which I plucked her. She had wreathed some of Madge's garments round her in a way which was quaint and not unbecoming.
There is no other way for us to leave the building, for the foot of the stairs is also the foot of the elevator, and, in fact, when I last peeped, Madge's father was sitting on the bottom step. It is now exactly fifteen minutes of six, and at six o'clock they mean to come up and tear Madge and me away, and have us married." "To " I began. "To each other," said the young man with emotion.
It was not very diplomatic in me, and I am afraid I destroyed everyone's pleasure in the party." Flora Harris favored Madge with the merest fraction of a glance. "I thought you would soon see your mistake," she answered coolly. "My mistake?" For an instant Madge's blue eyes glittered with anger. Then, rallying her self-control, she said sweetly, "I suppose it was a mistake to speak openly.
It is more bitter than death to me. It is cruelty to him, for that selfish girl will never make him happy. Even after he marries her he will be only one among many, and the ballroom glare will be more to her than the light of her own hearth." Such thoughts had been in Madge's mind, and self-control had been no easy matter.
The man was bound up the steep trail toward Madge's cabin. Presently he heard him calling. He went slowly up the trail, himself. The girl came quickly from her cabin in answer to the shouting of the mountaineer. "What is it, Joe?" she asked. "I want a word with you. I've come a purpose," Lorey answered sullenly. The girl was almost frightened by his manner.
If she should agree, saying that Madge's father might be alive, it was to confess that Captain Morton had really suffered disgrace. Else why would he have disappeared and deserted his baby daughter? "I don't know," was all she managed to falter. Madge walked on quietly, with her proud little head held high.
A flare of blinding sunlight smote across the glass goggles in Madge's copper helmet. She felt herself picked up and lifted bodily into a boat. Her helmet and corselet were unscrewed. She lay still, smiling faintly as the boat made for her friends who crowded, watching, on the pier. Captain Jules, bearing the small iron chest, landed a moment later.
The owner of the yacht, Roy Dennis, turned a small electric flashlight full on his two girl guests. There, in Mabel's lap, was surely a round, globular-shaped object that had either dropped from the sky or had been thrown at them by an unknown hand. Roy had really no desire to pick it up without seeing it more clearly. The other girl was less timid. She reached over and took hold of Madge's ball.
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