The hostile “stare” exchanged between the two gentlemen lasted only a second, when the young officer, recomposing his countenance, turned toward Miss Girdwood, at the same time offering his arm.
Yielding obedience to an authoritative look from her mother the lady appeared to hesitate about accepting it.
“You will excuse my daughter, sir,” said Mrs Girdwood, “she is already engaged.”
“Indeed!” exclaimed the ex-captain, looking grandly astonished at the mother, and turning to the daughter for an explanation.
“I think not, mamma?” answered Julia, with an air of indecision.
“But you have, my child! You know I had promised you to Mr Swinton here, before the ball began. It is very awkward! I hope, sir, you will excuse her?”
The last speech was addressed to Maynard.
He glanced once more toward Julia. She seemed still undecided. But her look might be translated, “Excuse me.”
So interpreting it, he said:
“If it be Miss Girdwood’s wish, I release her.”