Grace looked about from time to time for the young artist.
Finally she saw him approaching to salute her.
"I am glad to see you here, Mr. Vernon," she said, with a smile of welcome. "You are late."
"Yes, Miss Dearborn. I hope you will excuse it. As you are aware, I have few acquaintances here—indeed I do not often stray into such fashionable surroundings—and only came for a brief space, to show my appreciation of your kind courtesy in inviting me here, and to offer my congratulations on your birthday."
"Thank you, Mr. Vernon, they are welcome. I hope your mother is well."
"Very well, thank you, and I am sure she will feel proud of your inquiry."
"I believe most of my guests have arrived, and I may venture to leave my duties as assistant hostess. If you will favor me with your arm, I will walk about a little."
With a flush of gratification the artist tendered his arm, and the two promenaded through the elegant parlors, attracting general attention.
"Why, I declare!" said Miss Framley to her escort; "do you see that?"