"Oh never mind" said Leslie taking Sylvia's cloak and hanging it up "let us come into the drawing room and join in this walse.
Sylvia's programme was soon filled and she danced till she was tired and at last while resting in an arm chair she was not sorry to see Hilda Woodcock approaching her with a strawberry ice.
"Leslie is going to bring you some jelly or cream pudding in a minute" she said handing Sylvia the tray.
In an instant Leslie came up to her and handing her a jelly retired quickly saying he would be back soon.
At that moment Sylvia felt a touch on her arm and looking round found herself face to face with Albert Morris, a short red haired young man about 22.
"Oh what is it?" cried Sylvia jumping up from her seat.
"Nothing much" replied Albert quietly "only as you are disingaged will you have a valse with me."
"I really can't" answered Sylvia hotly "I am so tired. I have been dancing all the evening."
"Very well" said Albert and he went away and Sylvia turning round saw Leslie sitting beside a young lady gently fanning her and talking to her.
An angry flush mounted to her fair cheeks and for a moment she could barely keep her temper, then without a minutes hesitation she walked boldly towards Leslie and his friend. Leslie jumped up when he saw her approach "I was just coming to look for you Sylvia" he said and getting up he followed her to the end of the room.