West, by this time, thoroughly impressed with the spirit of the occasion, passed the ensuing evening rather pleasantly, although obliged to be always on his guard against any incautious remark, and keenly interested in all that was occurring about him.  He found the company rather pleasant and entertaining, although not quite able to gauge the real feelings of Mr. Percival Coolidge, who he imagined was not altogether satisfied with the state of affairs just revealed.  The gentleman was outwardly cordial enough, yet his manner continued distinctively reserved, and somewhat cold.  West, however, attributed this largely to the nature of the man, and finally dismissed the thought from his mind altogether.  The person who continued to puzzle him most was Natalie Coolidge, nor was he able to approach her in any way so as to obtain a whispered private word of guidance.  The girl unquestionably avoided him, easily able to accomplish this by devoting her entire attention to the other guests.

She appeared in excellent humour, and there was laughter, and brilliant conversation wherever she paused, but not once could he encounter her glance, or find her for a moment alone.  Nor dare he ask questions of those he conversed with, so as to gain any fresh insight into this mystery.  He ventured upon thin ice once or twice most carefully, but the information obtained was infinitesimal, although it bore to some extent on the problem confronting him.  The Colonel innocently lifted the veil slightly, permitting him to learn that this was a week-end party, and that Miss Coolidge was the mistress of the place, her parents having been dead for two years.  Percival Coolidge, her father’s brother, and a manufacturer in the city, was her guardian, and the affairs of the estate were not yet entirely liquidated.  West drew the impression that Colonel LeFranc possessed a rather low opinion of the uncle, although he was careful to choose his words.  Beyond this he apparently knew nothing of the family history, which he felt at liberty to communicate.  As West had a delicacy in asking questions, the subject was pursued no further.

He was assigned to escort Miss Willis, a tall willowy blonde, and quite talkative, in to dinner, but her conversation ran largely to the theatrical offerings in town, and he found it impossible to change her trend of thought into other channels.  The hostess sat nearly opposite, where she could easily overhear the young lady, whose voice was decidedly penetrating, so West made no serious attempt to be otherwise than complacent.  Once the smiling Natalie appealed to him, familiarly calling him “Matt” across the table, and he responded with equal intimacy, yet her eyes avoided his, and it was plainly evident to his self-consciousness, that her remark was merely part of the play.  More and more her actions mystified and perplexed; he could not discover the key to her hidden motive, or guess at her purpose in this masquerade.  Nothing remained but for him to go quietly forward, playing the part assigned.  He had pledged himself blindly to her, and could only wait for the future to reveal the object of it all.  Sometime he would succeed in getting the girl alone once more, and then he would compel a full confession.