Cameron, who was close, touched her arm.
"It is promised to Mr. Cameron!" Stephanie smiled.
"How about the next?" Porshinger asked.
She felt Burgoyne's fingers close lightly around her own.
"It is taken also—Mr. Burgoyne gets it!" she smiled again.
"Which one may I have before the cotillon?" Porshinger persisted pleasantly, refusing to be rebuffed.
"You may have the—fifth," she replied.
"You mean the fifth from now or from the beginning?"
"The fifth from the beginning," she answered, as Cameron bore her back to the ballroom.