They danced for a few minutes and then stopped.
“It is too full, really,” said Major Frost. Then suddenly he gave a little exclamation.
“There she is,” he said, and Madelene looked where he directed. It was her turn to start and exclaim.
“What is it?” asked her partner in surprise.
Madelene had recovered herself.
“Nothing,” she said, “nothing except the most—the most extraordinary resemblance. It is not very pleasant here,” she went on, “suppose we go back to the other room. I want to speak to my sister Ermine; she is in there.”
Major Frost was too polite to object, but he was rather disappointed.
“So you don’t admire the stranger?” he said.
“On the contrary—I could only glance at her, but I could see that she is very lovely, as you said. I wonder if my cousin, Sir Philip Cheynes, knows who she is?”
Just then she caught sight of Ermine. She was fortunately not dancing. Madelene made a sign to her.