"Yes, to be sure; it had escaped my mind."
Rose began to play. Her touch was fine, and her performance could hardly fail to attract attention.
"Miss Beaufort plays remarkably well," said Clinton Randall.
"Oh, it's her business," answered Arethusa, with careless hauteur. "She gives lessons to my aunt's children, you know."
"Your aunt is fortunate to secure such an accomplished pianist."
"Oh, she is very well," said Arethusa, carelessly. "Do you feel like dancing?"
"I beg your pardon. I should have suggested it."
The two moved out upon the floor and took their places among the dancers. Arethusa danced passably, her partner remarkably well. At length he led her to her seat, and, with a bow, left her, much to her chagrin.
Later in the evening some one relieved Rose at the piano. Clinton took the earliest opportunity to seek her out and ask her for a dance.