And eclipsed belles raised their graceful heads in triumph to find the bewildering Gipsy had no power over him. But if they had known all, they would have found that those "merry glances" were not for them, but to pique the jealousy of the evening star.
Ere the company dispersed he sought out Gipsy, who withdrawing herself from the revelers, stood, silent and alone, by the window.
"Gipsy!" he said, gently.
"Mr. Rivers!" she said, drawing herself up.
"Forgive me, Gipsy, for what I said."
"I have nothing to forgive! I rather think we are quits!" replied Gipsy, coolly.
"Well, make up friends with me, and be a little like the Gipsy I used to know."
"What! like that black little squaw—that bold, ugly, half-crazy thing? You astonish me, Mr. Rivers!"
"Yes, even so, Gipsy; you know it's all true; and I'll be the same 'regular fool, always laughing.' Then shake hands and call me Archie, as you used to."
"Well, now, I don't know," said Gipsy—"I don't think I ought to forgive you."