Fletcher, who was rather near-sighted, did not at first notice that
Harry Walton was sitting beside the young lady.
He advanced, and made a magnificent bow, on which he rather prided himself.
"Good-evening, Miss Vincent," he said.
"Good-evening, Mr. Fletcher."
"I am very glad you have favored the party with your presence."
"Thank you, Mr. Fletcher. Don't turn my head with your compliments."
"May I hope you will favor me with your hand in the first Lancers?"
"I am sorry, Mr. Fletcher, but I am engaged to Mr. Walton. I believe you are acquainted with him."
Fletcher for the first time observed our hero, and his face wore a look of mingled annoyance and scorn.
"I have met the gentleman," he said, haughtily.