"Don't let us make too much of a trifle, Major Ashton. I am ready to believe you are sincere. Have you been to the opera?"
There was a brief season of Italian opera in Chicago, and this led to the question.
"Yes," answered the major. "Might I hope that you will accept an invitation to accompany me tomorrow evening?" he asked, eagerly.
"I am afraid I must decline. I am expecting company, or, rather, my aunt is."
"Then, perhaps, another evening?" suggested the major.
"I fear I cannot accept during the present engagement. You are very kind to invite me."
"I wish I might have the privilege of always attending you, Miss Dearborn."
Grace blushed, but not with pleasure.
"What opera did you attend?" she inquired, coldly.
"'Norma.' I can't say it is my favorite, but the parts were well sung."