"Oh, Mr. Carrington! no one would suspect you of such a pretty speech."
"Wouldn't they? Do I look as if I had no courteous speeches at my command?"
He looked very handsome and winning at that moment.
The company was breaking up. People came and went early on these occasions. Mrs. Jettson hunted up her charge.
"I declare, Jaqueline, you have been one of the belles of the evening. Such a mere chit, too! And you looked very grand parading around with Ralston and Mr. Carrington. Poor Marian! It is a shame she couldn't have been here. And, Jaqueline, please don't forget that Lieutenant Ralston in a way belongs to her."
The tone was rather sharp, but Jaqueline was too happy to resent it. Other young men had noticed her, as well.
"He does not forget it. He was very sorry she was not here," Jaqueline replied after a moment.
The well-trained maid helped them on with their wraps, and the footman found their carriage.
Yes, Jaqueline was a pretty girl, Jane ruminated; but so much attention would soon turn her head. She was proud of her, and yet a little jealous for her sister's sake, who could enjoy pleasure quite as well. And Lieutenant Ralston was in the way of promotion, if he was not rich.
The very next day a message came from Mr. Mason. A friend would be in Washington on Monday, and Tuesday morning they must be ready to start home with him. It was too late to get word back, and Jane took it for granted that they must go. Jaqueline gave a sigh and was minded to shed a few tears, but on Saturday Mrs. Carrington drove over for the girls to spend the Sunday with them.