"No; I only want air. It is cool out of doors. Come."
She led the way, and he followed her. They sat down together. Katherine Hunt was not sorry to perceive that the white and silver dress was in view—that another girl, bearing the same initials as her own, was also resting under the shade of a sycamore. The light from a Chinese lantern fell softly on her face. This girl had her cavalier, of course, but her attitude was weary, and she was scarcely speaking. Katherine Hunt, impelled by an ardent curiosity, determined to see this game, as she termed it, through. She chose a seat which would keep the Silver Queen full in view, and she contrived that Captain Keith should sit near her, and in such a position that he could see each movement of the Silver Queen. They talked for a moment or two upon indifferent matters; then she turned her head, looked full up at him, and watched until his eyes rested on the hem of the dress of the other girl.
"How pretty she is!" said Katherine Hunt.
"Who?" he asked, with a start.
"The young lady whom they call Katherine Hepworth. I have been told that is her name. Do you know her, Captain Keith?"
"Yes, I know her," replied Keith.
"I have not seen you dancing with her."
"I shall dance with her next time. Her name is on my card."
Katherine Hunt tapped the ground with the heel of her white satin shoe. She was silent for a minute; then she said,—
"It is strange, her initials are the same as my own."