He felt as if he hated her for forgetting so soon.
“She might have done me that poor grace, to remember a little while,” he muttered, in his pain.
Then it came to him what his cousin had said, that though she seemed to be gay, there was sometimes a strange sadness on her lovely face.
“Perhaps it is for me. She is playing a part, as I am,” he thought, with a quickened heart throb.
Mrs. Fleming made herself just as charming as she knew how; but she could not help seeing how his gaze wandered, and she exclaimed, with something like pique:
“The lady you are looking at is my cousin, Mrs. Royall Sherwood. Would you like to be presented?”
“Yes, thank you,” he replied, although he knew it was not wise to risk it. His heartache was too keen already.
Mrs. Fleming was secretly piqued, for she had fallen in love with Lord Werter as madly as she had loved Dallas Bain, and was determined to marry him if she could.
But she did not dread Daisie as a rival, for she knew the girl was too pure and honest to flirt, so when the dance was over she led the handsome young nobleman over, and presented him to her cousin.
Daisie had been watching them furtively, and she was sure in her heart that it was Dallas Bain.