"It is the only liquid I believe I cannot get you," said Keith. "There are three places where water is scarce: the desert, a ball-room, and the other place where Dives was."
She drew herself up a little.
"But I will try," he added, and went off. On his return with a glass of water, she took it.
As she handed the glass back to him, she glanced at him, and he caught her eye. Her head went up, and she flushed to the roots of her brown hair.
"Oh!--I beg your pardon! I--I--really--I don't--Thank you very much. I am very sorry." She turned away stiffly.
"Why?" said Keith, flushing in spite of himself. "You have done me a favor in enabling me to wait on you. May I introduce myself? And then I will get some one to do it in person--Mrs. Lancaster or Mrs. Wentworth. They will vouch for me."
The girl looked up at him, at first with a hostile expression on her face, which changed suddenly to one of wonder.
"Isn't this Gordon Keith?"
Gordon's eyes opened wide. How could she know him?
"Yes."