Judy—but five minutes' conversation with the young man convinced him that he wasn't Judy's sort. He missed Noel, with his easy manners, and his human touch.
When they went up to the drawing-room, which was cleared for dancing, he went straight to Judy, and sat beside her on a settee, thus defeating Captain Stevens, who had intended doing the same thing.
"Is this where I begin?" asked Chip, looking fearfully at the satiny floor.
"I don't know," said Judy. "I'm wondering that myself. Suppose we let the young people dance to-night?" She laughed. "Somehow I haven't the heart to make you. I'm afraid you'll hate it, after all, and I'm not a bit in the mood for it myself."
"I don't want you to think me a coward," Chip told her, "but I'd be ever so much happier if I could stay just where I am. Perhaps I could learn something by watching Captain Stevens. I expect he dances like a wave of the sea."
"He's marvelous," agreed Judy. "Hundreds of maidens have tried to marry him for his dancing, but I understand he's never yet met his equal and won't wed until he does."
Chip shook his head.
