"I mean the Black Monks of Asia. Now, do you understand?"
"But I thought it was not to be told," exclaimed the dancer, flushing under her mask.
"Only to the committee so that you might be rewarded with an invitation," whispered the domino, as she slipped away.
"She did confess it, and every freshman in the class shall know it to-morrow!" the emissary exclaimed privately to her friend, the red domino.
"In spite of what her brother is doing for us to-night?" returned the red domino.
"You are quite right, child. I never thought of that. Perhaps that is the very reason he is helping us get even to-night."
"I think it is," added the other, quietly.
"Girls, we must hurry up and begin," whispered another of the six dominoes. "They are all going to unmask at half-past ten."
So the unrecognized intruders slipped away, stationing themselves about the room.
Pretty soon a rumor began to spread among the dancers that there were young men present. No one knew exactly how it started, but it grew and spread with such persistency that it finally reached the ears of the chaperon.