When the dance was finished, Nell came to where Douglas was sitting and took a chair by his side. A slight sigh of relief escaped her lips, which Douglas was not slow to notice.
"Are you tired?" he asked.
"Very," was the low reply. "I have been working hard all day, and this dance is too much for me."
"You dance well. It was a great pleasure to watch you."
"Was it?" and she looked at him with large, grateful eyes. "No one could help dancing well with such music. This is something new for you, is it not?"
"What makes you think so?"
"It is merely a notion of mine. We have never had such playing here before."
"I suppose you know every one here?" Douglas queried, wishing to change the subject of conversation.
"Oh, yes. I know them quite well."
"Who, then, is that fine-looking young man just across from me with the pretty girl by his side?"