Finally came the dance promised to Mr. Hadly. He approached her smiling.
"I wonder if you would like to sit this out in the conservatory," he said in a tone which asked her to do so.
They were soon seated among the palms and Venna leaned back among the cushions with a sigh of happiness.
"You have been radiantly happy this evening, haven't you?" he asked softly.
"And how could I not be?" she asked, smiling.
"Very true. The freshness of youth commands happiness."
How alluring she was to this man of the world!
"I won't have long with you to-night—just these passing moments of one dance. I want you to set a date when I may call. I have your father's permission, Miss Hastings. After I have called, then I wish to beg you to allow me to escort you to a number of social functions this winter, that I know will be worth while. Your dancing is wonderful. I'm very fond of the art myself. I think we ought to be very good partners."
He surveyed her from head to foot with keen appreciation.
Venna felt his thoughts. Surely, it was pleasure to be admired by this handsome man of affairs. She was getting accustomed to him now, and her embarrassment had left her. She looked up pleased.