"Who wooed you there?"
"Can't remember exactly. But it was the third from the last,—I think."
"You little witch! Do you know how fascinating you are?"
"No; tell me." Patty was in mischievous mood, and looked up demurely at Blaney.
"By Jove, I will! As soon as I can get you alone. Run away, now, and do your dance. And, listen; I command you to think of me at every step."
"Can't promise that. It's all I can do to remember Mr. Grantham's steps; they're fearfully complicated. So—you think of me,—instead."
With a saucy smile at Blaney, Patty slipped from her place, and went around to the dressing room.
"Oh, here you are," cried Alla, who was waiting to help her dress; "I was just going to send for you. Now, off with your frock."
Some fifteen or twenty minutes later, the audience sat in breathless anticipation of Patty's dance.
Howard Grantham was a great artist, and never before had he been known to devise a dance for any one. But he had recognised Patty's skill in the art, and had requested that he be allowed to design a picture dance for her. The result was to be a surprise to all present, except the Blaneys, for rehearsals had been jealously kept secret.