brasured parapets of green. " I hope you'll excuse me," 
he added, in a deferential way, to her companion. 
"Surely," the latter, a young blood, replied, rising. 
"Yes, indeed," she replied. "And you'd better stay 
here with me. It's going to begin soon. You won't mind," 
she added, to her companion, giving him a radiant smile. 
"Not at all. I've had a lovely waltz." He strolled off. 
Cowperwood sat down. " That's young Ledoux, isn't it ? 
I thought so. I saw you dancing. You like it, don't 
"I'm crazy about it." 
"Well, I can't say that myself. It's fascinating, 
though. Your partner makes such a difference. Mrs. 
Cowperwood doesn't care as much as I do." 
His mention of Mrs. Cowperwood made her think of 
Lillian in a faintly derogatory way for the moment. She 
did not exactly like her, and yet she called here and had 
at the other house, because it had always, somehow, 
seemed a worth-while thing to do. Mrs. Cowperwood 
had always been nice to her, largely because of Cowper- 
wood's connection with her father, and Frank had been 
especially genial. She had been able to talk a good deal 
of herself and her affairs, and Lillian had always listened 
genially and placidly. Now, though—well- 
" I think you dance very well." 
"I watched you, too." 
"Oh, did you?" 
He was a little keyed up because of her—slightly cloudy 
in his thoughts, because she was generating a problem 
in his life, or would if he would let her; and so his talk 
was a little tame. He was thinking of something to say 
—some word which would bring them a little nearer to- 
gether. But for the moment he could not think of it. 
Truth to tell, he wanted to say a great deal. 
"Well, that was nice of you," he added, after a moment. 
"What made you do it?"