This was Dan's correct idea of the way to call on a young woman to whom he was not engaged, but half hoped to be, some day.
The colored maid soon came back.
"Mrs. Preston is so very busy, sah, that she asks to be excused, sah," reported the servant, coming into the parlor where Dan sat on the edge of a chair. "But Mistah Preston will be down right away, sah."
A moment later a heavier step was heard on the stairway. Then
May Preston's uncle came into the parlor.
"You will pardon Mrs. Preston not coming down stairs to-night, I know, Mr. Dalzell," said the man of the house, as he and the midshipman shook hands. "The truth is, we are very much occupied to-night."
"I had not dreamed of it, or I would not have called," murmured
Dan reddening. "I trust you will pardon me."
"There is no need of pardon, for you have not offended," smiled Mr. Preston. "I shall be very glad to spare you half an hour, if I can interest, you."
"You are very kind, sir," murmured Dan. "And Miss Preston——"
"My niece?"
"Yes, sir."