"Ah! That is my punishment for being late! Well, that one will furnish my anticipated joy for the whole evening," he returned, writing his name on the card and handing it to her reluctantly. Then he passed on to make room for Dr. Hansom and his wife who were next in turn.
"Dear me! Is this little sparkling lady my little Venna grown old enough to enter society! It seems just yesterday when I took you in my arms and baptized you, Venna Hastings!"
His thin, mild little wife smiled and nodded, with a gentle "That's so, Venna!"
"Eighteen long, long years. Dr. Hansom," said Venna gaily.
"Eighteen long, long years in which nature has labored to produce one of the most beautiful and talented young artists in New York City!" exclaimed Dr. Hansom, turning and speaking in a distinct voice for all to hear him.
At this the whole assemblage clapped loudly and Venna bowed her acceptance.
Oh, the dance! The delight of it! As soon as Venna was released from the formalities, her feet were gliding over the polished floor with a lightness corresponding to her joyous mood.
One by one her partners claimed her for their succeeding numbers, each one reluctantly giving her up to the next one in turn.
Mr. Hadly was constantly on the floor also. He was the most graceful dancer among the men. Though politely attentive to his partners, Venna felt his gaze constantly upon herself, and several times blushed as she met his ardent look of admiration.
She was quite surprised with herself to think that any man could make her so self-conscious.