"I am glad to say yes."
She did not speak at all for a minute. Then she said slowly,—
"My card is not full." She handed it to him, smiling as she did so.
He took it, and scribbled his name for a waltz.
"The third from now," she said, looking at him. "Yes, I can give it you."
He sat with her for a few minutes longer, then bowed and left her. A partner came up to claim her hand. She glided away in the mazes of the waltz. As she flew round and round with her companion, a cavalier of the time of King Charles, she saw Captain Keith leaning idly against one of the massive doors. He was not dancing; his face looked moody. It seemed to her that his eyes were watching for some one. Presently she saw the girl in white and silver glide by in the arms of a handsome partner. At the same moment she noticed that Captain Keith drew himself up, and stood like one at attention. He seemed to stiffen all over, and his face wore an expression which was almost akin to pain. His eyes were fixed full on the girl in white and silver. Katherine Hunt began to feel that the plot was thickening.
"What intuition has seized me?" she said to herself. "He knows her—beyond doubt, he knows her. I wait with impatience for the third waltz."
It came, and with it Captain Keith.
"Don't dance," she said suddenly; "come and sit in the garden. I am too hot to dance."
"Shall I fetch you an ice?" he asked.