“But I’m Cinderella, to-night,” she said, gaily.
“Wait till to-morrow, and see all my popularity vanish.”
Lady Herenden did not understand, but took it as merry chaff and paid no heed.
Then Lord Ruthven came for the last dance.
“This is an extra, Miss Fairfield,” he said; “will you give it to me?”
Patty agreed, but as they walked away, his Lordship said:
“You look really tired; would you not rather sit on the terrace than dance?”
“I am tired,” said Patty, honestly; “I think it’s carrying this heavy train around. I’ve never before danced in a long gown.”
“Then you shall rest. Let us sit on the terrace, and I’ll send for an ice for you.”
Lord Ruthven was very kind and courteous. He found a delightful corner of the terrace unoccupied, and he arranged two wicker easy-chairs, where they might be just out of the way of the promenaders. He asked a footman to bring the ices, and then seated himself beside Patty.