"I do not like him. I do not think he is a gentleman," said Miss Tourneysee.
Ishmael did not reply. It was not his way to speak even deserved evil of the absent.
But Miss Tourneysee drew a mental comparison between the meanness of Alfred's conduct and the nobility of Ishmael's. And the dance succeeded the conversation.
Claudia remained sitting on the sofa beside Mrs. Middleton, until at the close of the dance, when she was rejoined by the viscount, who did not leave her again during the evening.
The early summer nights were short, and so it was near the dawn when the company separated.
The party as a whole had been the most splendid success of the season.
CHAPTER LXII.
FOILED MALICE.
The family slept late next day, and the breakfast was put back to the luncheon hour, when at length they all, with one exception, assembled around the table.