"
The lieutenant smiled. "Most gladly; yet just now, I confess, the
music invites me, and I am sufficiently bold to request your company
upon the floor."
Miss Spencer sighed regretfully, her eyes sweeping across those
numerous manly faces surrounding them. "Why, really, Lieutenant Brant,
I scarcely see how I possibly can. I have already refused so many this
evening, and even now I almost believe I must be under direct
obligation to some one of those gentlemen. Still," hesitatingly, "your
being a total stranger here must be taken into consideration. Mr.
Moffat, Mr. McNeil, Mr. Mason, surely you will grant me release this
once?"
There was no verbal response to the appeal, only an uneasy movement;
but her period of waiting was extremely brief.
"Oh, I knew you would; you have all been so kind and considerate." She
arose, resting her daintily gloved hand upon Brant's blue sleeve, her
pleased eyes smiling up confidingly into his. Then with a charming
smile, "Oh, Mr. Wynkoop, I have decided to claim your escort to supper.
You do not care?"
Wynkoop bowed, his face like a poppy.
"I thought you would not mind obliging me in this.
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