Midway in the evening it happened
that I was standing beside him for a few moments, waiting for
my next partner.
"You are dancing with nobody but that man whom I hate!" he
grumbled. "Who is it now?"
"Captain Vaux."
"Will you dance with me after that?"
"I cannot, Preston. I must dance with Major Banks."
"You seem to like it pretty well," he growled.
"No wonder," said Mrs. Sandford. "You were quite right about
the geranium leaves, Daisy; you do not want them. You do not
want anything, my dear," she whispered.
At this instant a fresh party entered the room, just as my
partner came up to claim me.
"There are some handsome girls," said the captain. "Two of
them, really!"
"People from Cozzens's," said Mrs. Sandford, "who think the
cadets keep New York hours."
It was Faustina St. Clair and Mary Lansing, with their friends
and guardians, I don't know whom. And as I moved to take my
place in the dance, I was presently confronted by my school
adversary and the partner she had immediately found.
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