"Well, he is," returned Hollingsworth, "a regular yap. Doesn't he talk like it?"
"No such luck," said Miss Bliss, shortly. "He talks like the rest of you, and is just as uninteresting."
Hollingsworth frowned, and the rest of the dance was finished in silence.
Meantime Hart had begun to enjoy himself, when suddenly a qualm struck him about poor Heaphy. Passing Congreve, Hart stopped him.
"Why don't you introduce Heaphy to some of your friends," he said.
"Good idea," said Congreve, "I'll knock him down to Daisy Smith. She'll play tag with him."
But Heaphy was nowhere to be found. Only a few minutes before he had taken his things from the cloak-room and walked away from the hall, added bitterness eating into his heart.
Now it was the fourth figure and Hart approached Miss Hollingsworth. She greeted him with a smile.
"You've not forgotten," she said.
The crowd about her made a little way for him. She took his arm and they walked off slowly.
