"Ah!" he ejaculated, "at last I locate her, and, fortunately, at this
moment she is not upon the floor, although positively hidden by the men
clustering about her chair. You will excuse us, Mrs. Herndon, but I
have promised Lieutenant Brant a presentation to your niece."
They slipped past the musicians' stand, and the missionary pressed in
through the ring of admirers.
"Why, Mr. Wynkoop!" and she extended both hands impulsively. "And only
to think, you have never once been near me all this evening; you have
not congratulated me on my good fortune, nor exhibited the slightest
interest! You don't know how much I have missed you. I was just
saying to Mr. Moffat--or it might have been Mr. McNeil--that I was
completely tired out and wished you were here to sit out this dance
with me."
Wynkoop blushed and forgot the errand which had brought him there, but
she remained sufficiently cool and observant. She touched him gently
with her hand.
"Who is that fine-looking young officer?" she questioned softly, yet
without venturing to remove her glance from his face.
Mr. Wynkoop started. "Oh, exactly; I had forgotten my mission.
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