a young man came up and claimed a dance, and Miss Redmond whisked away.
Hart somehow felt amused. In fact he had learned as much in this short conversation as he might have derived from reading a book on the subject. He arose and joined Heaphy. He had found out that by walking slowly people got out of his way.
He did not note the envious look in Heaphy's eyes. The latter took him by the arm. His question rang in such accord with Hart's thoughts that he was forced to smile.
"What did you talk to them? Did you have to pay them compliments?" asked Heaphy.
"No," said Hart, "just let them begin it and agree with what they say."
Again Bliss happened to go by.
"The next is your dance with my sister," he said, tapping Hart on the shoulder. "She is over there near the door."
Hart walked in Miss Bliss's direction. As he came up he saw that Congreve was talking to her.
"Here he is now," said Congreve. "Oh, Pop!"
Hart had become quite used to his nickname.
