“Here! Here! William, we are forgetting our ladies,” said John Adams, and they arose and joined the guests in the drawing-room.
Mollie was helping her mother serve the tea; the guests were seated at the tables; but she did not lose sight of Barclugh. Although the large drawing-room and the library were thronged with guests, she could not let him out of her sight. Members of Congress, generals, their sons and daughters, and French diplomats thronged the rooms but they soon began to depart.
At the first opportunity Barclugh left his tea-cup and found his way to the side of Mollie. She turned and said spiritedly:
“You must miss your gay society in Paris, Mr. Barclugh? They must be so different from our society? I would be delighted to travel abroad again; I was so young when papa took me to England.”
“Society is very much the same the world over,” answered Barclugh,—“so insincere.”
“Are all people insincere, Mr. Barclugh?” returned Mollie.
“By no means. There is one whom I know to be sincere.”
Mollie Greydon.
“But, do you really, Mr. Barclugh, enjoy your sojourn in America?” insisted Mollie.