Compared with the draggled lady of the farmhouse, she was radiant.
For that first moment there was nothing but joy at the sight of her. McKnight's touch on my arm brought me back to reality.
"Come over and meet them," he said. "That's the cousin Miss West is visiting, Mrs. Dallas."
But I would not go. After he went I sat there alone, painfully conscious that I was being pointed out and stared at from the box. The abominable Japanese gave way to yet more atrocious performing dogs.
"How many offers of marriage will the young lady in the box have?" The dog stopped sagely at 'none', and then pulled out a card that said eight. Wild shouts of glee by the audience. "The fools," I muttered.
After a little I glanced over. Mrs. Dallas was talking to McKnight, but She was looking straight at me. She was flushed, but more calm than I, and she did not bow. I fumbled for my hat, but the next moment I saw that they were going, and I sat still. When McKnight came back he was triumphant.
