Vane nods affirmatively.
"You'll introduce me, then?"
"With her permission," Vane responds, a trifle stiffly.
"That, of course," laughs Sir George.
A little later Vane goes to her to proffer his request. She stands for the moment alone in the embrasure of a window, her dark eyes turned from the giddy dancers out upon the mystic, lonely sea, with the moon and stars asleep upon its breast. He tells her, watching the bright face narrowly, that an English baronet has been so attracted by her beauty that he desires an introduction. Will she accord it?
The laughing, dark eyes, a spice of mischief in their starry depths, glance up into his own.
"A baronet!" she says, making a little round O of her rosy mouth. "Do you think, Mr. Charteris, I could really bear the burden of such an honor without being crushed by it?"
"You can but try," he retorts, lightly. "England expects every man and every woman to do their duty."
"Then I am ready for the sacrifice," she laughs, as lightly.
He looks at her a moment in thoughtful silence.