‘You see I have made the Captain available,’ said Claude, presently after meeting Lord Rotherwood, as he speeded across the lawn.
‘Have you? I did not think him fair game,’ said the Marquis. ‘Where is your heroine, Claude? I have not seen her dancing.’
‘What heroine? What do you mean?’
‘Honest Phyl, of course. Did you think I meant Miss Weston?’
‘With Eleanor, somewhere. Is the next dance a quadrille?’
Lord Rotherwood ran up the bank to the terraced walks, where the undancing part of the company sat or walked about. Soon he spied Phyllis standing by Eleanor, looking rather wearied. ‘Phyllis, can you dance a quadrille?’
Phyllis opened her eyes, and Eleanor desired her to answer.
‘Come, Phyllis, let me see what M. Le Roi has done for you.’
He led her away, wondering greatly, and thinking how very good-natured Cousin Rotherwood was.
Emily was much surprised to find Phyllis her vis à vis. Emily was very generally known and liked, and had no lack of grand partners, but she would have liked to dance with the Marquis. When the quadrille was over, she was glad to put herself in his way, by coming up to take charge of Phyllis.