I merely meant to ask if
there was not some possibility of our again coming together socially
the presence of mutual friends."
"Oh, I scarcely think so; I do not remember ever having met any
soldiers at the social functions here--excepting officers. We are
extremely exclusive in Glencaid," she dropped him a mocking courtesy,
"and I have always moved in the most exclusive set."
Piqued by her tantalizing manner, he asked, "What particular social
functions are about to occur that may possibly open a passage into your
guarded presence?"
She seemed immersed in thought, her face turned partially aside.
"Unfortunately, I have not my list of engagements here," and she
glanced about at him shyly. "I can recall only one at present, and I
am not even certain--that is, I do not promise--to attend that.
However, I may do so. The Miners' Bachelor Club gives a reception and
ball to-morrow evening in honor of the new schoolmistress."
"What is her name?" with responsive eagerness.
She hesitated, as if doubtful of the strict propriety of mentioning it
to a stranger.
"Miss Phoebe Spencer," she said, her eyes cast demurely down.
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