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The gay scene pleased him. He looked for a moment into the ballroom. At another time he would have tried his fortune in the whirl. But now he looked on as at a spectacle from which he was detached. He had had his moment and he waited for another.

The father was so disgusted with the whole affair that he could only save himself from breaking the furniture by a sardonic taunt: "Tell our daughter-in-law that if she wants to bring along her camera she can have the ballroom for a studio. We never use it, anyway." "Shame on you!" his wife cried. "Don't mind him, Jimsy." "Jimsy" reminded Jim of Mrs.

The Ambassador bowed, and escorted her to the door. "I have confidence in you, Penelope," he said. "You will try your best?" "Oh, yes!" she answered with a queer little laugh, "I shall do that. But I don't think that even you quite understand Prince Maiyo!" The perfume of countless roses, the music of the finest band in Europe, floated through the famous white ballroom of Devenham House.

As for admiration, it was always very welcome when it came, but she did not depend on it. Mrs. Allen was so long in dressing that they did not enter the ballroom till late. The season was full, the room crowded, and the two ladies squeezed in as well as they could. As for Mr. Allen, he repaired directly to the card-room, and left them to enjoy a mob by themselves.

And more than once I saw the laughter leave Dorothy's face, and caught her eyes upon; me with such a look as set my beast throbbing. They would not meet my own, but would turn away instantly. I was heavy indeed that night, and did not follow the company into the ballroom, but made my excuses to Mrs. Manners.

I expects it was the prospects of gettin' rung into a rough and tumble, and having to explain to mother, that changed Bobby's mind so sudden. At any rate, inside of a minute more I'm wearin' the pearl-gray waistcoat and the silk-faced tuxedo, and out I sails onto the shiny floor of the green and gold ballroom with somebody's pink-costumed heiress hangin' to my left arm.

The drawing-room, fourteen feet by ten, was fitted up as a ballroom, with two fiddlers and a fifer sitting in a corner and a country-dance was performing when we arrived. Over the mantle-piece was a square of laurel twigs, inclosing as a frame this couplet from the poetical brain of the master of the house, cut out in red paper, and bespangled with blue and yellow tinsel

Now she began to give small dances to which she asked pretty young girls. There was a ballroom built out at the back of her house. It was often in use. The pretty young girls began to say she was "a dear" to bother so much about them. Dancing men voted her a thundering good hostess and a most good-natured woman.

But he was always ready to make up a table at bridge; and a shrewd capable player he was, too. The music in the ballroom stopped. "Will you be so good, Miss Killigrew, as to tell me why you Americans call a palace like this a cottage?" Lord Monckton's voice was pleasing, with only a slight accent. "I'm sure I do not know. If it were mine, I'd call it a villa." "Quite properly."

"It needs an Englishman to appreciate it," replied Evelyn, with a twinkle in her eyes which was lost upon her guest. In the midst of these courtesies Philip bowed himself away. The party was over for him, though he wandered about for a while, was attracted again by the music to the ballroom, and did find there a dinner acquaintance with whom he took a turn.