“Where’s Lucy, brother? Let me see my little darling,” said the lady, in a decided accent. “There she is, I’m sure; kiss me, my honey.”
This office Miss Dashwood performed with an effort at courtesy really admirable; while, taking her aunt’s arm, she led her to a sofa.
Power made his way towards Miss Dashwood, and succeeded in obtaining a formal introduction to Miss Macan.
“I hope you will do me the favour to dance next set with me, Miss Macan?”
“Really, Captain, it’s very polite of you, but you must excuse me. I was never anything great in quadrilles: but if a reel or a jig——”
“Oh, dear aunt, don’t think of it, I beg of you!”
“Or even Sir Roger de Coverley,” resumed Miss Macan.
“I assure you, quite equally impossible.”
“Then I’m certain you waltz,” said Power.