"How can I do it?"
"Send her to the piano."
"Miss Beaufort," said Mrs. Tilton, coldly, "oblige me by sitting down to the piano. You may play a waltz."
"Certainly, Mrs. Tilton," said Rose.
"That woman speaks as if she owned Miss Beaufort," thought young Randall.
He was about to follow her to the piano when Arethusa came up, and with an insinuating smile, said:
"Don't look so mournful, Mr. Randall. Let me fill Miss Beaufort's place."
"Certainly," answered the young man, moving, but not with alacrity.
"I wasn't aware that you knew Miss Beaufort," said the young lady.
"I believe you saw me walking with her the other day."