"What is the meaning of We?" asked Harriet.
"Humphries and your humble servant," replied Mr. Singleton, almost shutting his head off in the door as he spoke.
"Well, I don't know! eh, Margaret?—Yes," returned Harriet, glancing round her boudoir. The maid had removed the ball dresses, and the room was very fit for a reception.
Mr. Humphries followed Mr. Singleton with a step much as if he were treading on eggs, and was very sorry for it.
Harriet held out her hand. "How glad I am to see you again, Mr. Humphries. I hope you are come to engage me to dance with you on Thursday."
Mr. Humphries smiled amazingly at this reception.
"Yes. I—I'm glad," he said, by way of reply.
"Well, but about the dancing," said Harriet eagerly.
"Oh! Will you dance the second quadrille with me, Miss Conway?"