"Miss Perry, Mr. Comly!"
The eyes that had haunted him in his wanderings flashed upon him, then narrowed questioningly.
"Oh, Mr. Comly!" There was the slightest stress on the assumed name. "After this dance—"
She slipped away leaving him staring.
"Please take me back to Mr. Saulsbury," said Ruth. "I've got to cut this dance. I will introduce you to some other girls."
But as no other girls were immediately available he protested that he would do very well and guided her to the Governor.
"Isabel is very busy, as usual," said Ruth, "but if Mr. Comly is a good strategist, he will not fail to find her again. Isabel, you know—"
"Isabel!" exclaimed the Governor. "Not really—"
"Yes, really," Archie answered, his voice hoarse as he raised it above the music.
The Governor struck his gloved hands together smartly. Ruth, turning from a youth to whom she had excused herself, asked quickly: