By Jove, look at
the lines of her, and the freedom of her movements. I haven't seen
such arms in years!"
Cropsie followed his glance: "Oh, that's the new Mrs. Queerington,--
the wife of John Jay, you know."
"But I mean the young girl going through the door there, with the
wonderful hair, and the profile?"
"That's Mrs. Queerington. Isn't she a stunner? Everybody's talking
about her to-night. I'll introduce you if you like."
Horton followed him around the outer edge of the dancers, still
confident that Cropsie had made a mistake. But when he was duly
presented there was no longer room for doubt.
"I hope I'm not too late to claim a dance," he said. "I always make it
a point to dance but once during an evening, and that with the most
beautiful woman on the floor. I hope you aren't going to let these
young sharks cut me out of my dance?"
Miss Lady lifted a pair of sparkling, excited eyes to his. From the
moment when she had appeared, half timidly in her borrowed feathers
and taken refuge under Mrs. Sequin's experienced wing, she had been
the sensation of the evening. Adroitly conveyed from one group to
another she had left enthusiasm in her wake.
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