“Sit down here, Wilbur, and point out to me some of the people whom you know.”
He pointed out several, when she suddenly exclaimed:
“Why, there is Mr. Dredmond who came over with us, is it not?”
“Yes,” dryly replied her brother.
“I like his appearance very much. I wish you would go and bring him here, and introduce him to us.”
“What is the use? Any other time will do as well, and it is nearly time for the curtain to rise again,” he said, impatiently, and with an uneasy glance toward Miss Douglas.
“Oh, there is plenty of time. Look! he is bowing to you now.”
Wilbur returned the salutation, but did not move, and his mother exclaimed:
“Do oblige your sister, Wilbur. He is, indeed, a fine-looking young man; I wonder if he is well connected?”
“Rather. He is grandson to an earl,” was the laconic reply.