Dudley was almost rude in the intent manner he was regarding them, Carmelita thought as they glided by. He was such a jealous, dear boy. She smiled at him and on an impulse removed the red rose from the dark masses of her hair and tossed it to him as they passed. The Prince shot a quick glance at Dudley. At almost the same instant the music stopped and Carmelita, with a happy sigh, sank into her chair beside the American.
"You should have asked Lucy to dance—where are your manners?" she chided him.
Lucy turned toward them languidly. "Old married ladies do not interest Dudley. Engaged single ladies are quite dif—"
"Oh, please be nice to us, Lucy," smiled Carmelita. Lucy did not like the "us." Dudley pressed more closely to Carmelita.
"May I come to the station to-morrow and see you off for Cherbourg?" asked he in a low voice, avoiding with difficulty an impulse to seize and imprison the smooth little hand that rested carelessly upon the table-cloth almost in front of him.
Carmelita smiled at him favorably over the fresh glass of champagne which had just arrived. "I shall be very angry with you if you don't."
"And can't you and I dash off somewhere—alone—before you leave? To-night—or early
