Kate noticed that Hillary, whilst he danced with her, observed the kerchief intently.
'Is it not pretty?' she asked innocently. 'Honor gave it me. She had kept it for me in her box ever since the Revel, and not told me that she had it; nor did I see her buy it then. Honor is so good, so kind.'
Hillary said nothing in reply, but his humour was not improved. His mind wandered from his partner.
'When is Honor coming?' he asked abruptly.
'She is not coming at all.'
'Why not?'
'Father is not home, and will want his supper when he does return.'
'Honor must do all the drudging whilst others dance,' he said peevishly.
'I offered to stay and let her come, but she would not hear of it.'
Hillary danced badly; he lost step. He excused himself; but Kate was dissatisfied with her partner, he was dull, and she was displeased to see that Sam Voaden was dancing and laughing and enjoying himself with some one else.