'I can't tell you how sorry I am,' exclaims Dalrymple, gently taking possession of the injured arm; 'please forgive me?'
'I'll try,' she says,—'I wonder what has happened to the cat—'
They are nearing the ball-room, and he finding this tête-à-tête very pleasant wishes to prolong it and says, 'Shall we go back and see?'
'I think I am engaged for this dance,' says Lippa, knowing Mabel will be wondering what has become of her.
'You'll let me have another?' asks Jimmy, eagerly.
'Certainly,' replies she; 'only, no more cat-finding. I can't bear them, can you?'
'Can't endure them,' says Dalrymple, who would agree with whatever she said.
That night, or I should say next morning, when Miss Seaton retires to rest, a certain brown head figures prominently in her dreams, together with searching after huge monsters, who all bear a resemblance to Lady Dadford. And even when awake the brown head is a subject for deep thought, and it is with a bright, happy face Miss Seaton appears (though somewhat late) at the breakfast table.