"Mildred," remarked Hilda, "this young man does know how to dance."
Van Tassel bowed until the parting in his hair was visible.
"That is nice," returned Miss Bryant languidly.
"The fireworks are over," continued Hilda. "That awful word 'nevermore' is hanging over everything for me to-night. I meant to be out here to see the last piece, but I wasn't,—that superb volcano, or mine, or whatever name they try to describe it by. I want you all to think of me with compassion every time you see it hereafter. Where do you suppose Robert is?"
"Perhaps I ought to know," suggested Gorham. "I will hunt him up if you will allow me, Miss Mildred."
"I'll go with you," said Mrs. Page. "It is rather cool here to sit still after dancing. You will excuse me, Jack? I think I ought to let poor Robert off now, and take him home."
It was the first time Mildred and Jack had been alone together since the memorable evening.
"May I have the next dance?" asked Van Tassel abruptly.
"If you like," answered the girl carelessly. "Haven't you had enough dancing?"
"I haven't had any," he answered briefly; and Mildred told herself that the demon of her vanity had received what it craved, so warm a sensation of satisfaction stole around her heart.