It seemed only kindness that he should say then:
"Will you permit me to lend you some of my books, Miss Meredith? I have all the poets. I will send you down a box from college."
"Thank you," she said, flushing with pleasure. "I will be very careful with them, Mr. Valchester."
Either Walter Earle had forgotten her, or something had detained him.
Another set was forming, but he did not come to claim her hand.
The dance was made up and she sat still and waited, while the wild, entrancing strains of music filled the night with melody.
Ronald Valchester did not seek another partner. He sat down by Jaquelina's side, and talked to her of books and poetry.
Now and then he repeated pretty bits from his favorite authors, to which she listened eagerly.
It was very pleasant. The night was so bright and warm, the scene was so gay and brilliant, the heavy, odorous perfume of honeysuckles and roses freighted the air.
The moon shone bright and clear, the stars seemed to twinkle with joy. In her mind Jaquelina silently contrasted it with last night.