’Good evening, Harold.  I knew you were to be here.  Dick told me, and he wanted to come and assist you, but I thought he’d better stay home with Nina.’

Up to this time no one had spoken to Harold, and he had spoken to no one except to tell them where to go, but had, as far as possible, followed Mrs. Tracy’s injunction to be a machine.  But the machine was getting a little tired.  It was hard work to stand for two hours or more, and Mrs. Tracy had impressed it upon him that he was not to sit down.  But when Mrs. St. Claire came from the dressing-room and stood before him a moment in her crimson satin and pearls, he forgot his weariness and forgot that he was not to talk, and said to her, involuntarily: 

’Oh, Mrs. St. Claire, how handsome you look!  Handsomer than anybody yet, and different, too, somehow.’

Edith knew the compliment was genuine, and she replied: 

‘Thank you, Harold,’ then, laying her hand on the boy’s head and parting his soft, brown hair, she said, as she noticed a look of fatigue in his eyes, ’are you not tired, standing so long?  Why don’t you bring a chair from one of the rooms and sit when you can?’

‘She told me to stand,’ Harold replied, nodding toward the parlors, from which a strain of music then issued.

The dancing had commenced, and Harold’s feet and hands beat time to the lively strains of the piano and violin, until he could contain himself no longer.  The dancing he must see at all hazards and know what it was like, and when the last guests came up the stairs there was no hall boy there to tell them, ‘Ladies this way, gentlemen that,’ for Harold was in the thickest of the crowd, standing on a chair so as to look over the heads of those in front of him and see the dancers.  But, alas, for poor Harold!  He was soon discovered by Mrs. Tracy, who, asking him if he did not know his place better than that, ordered him back to his post, where he was told to stay until the party was over.

Wholly unconscious of the nature of his offence, but very sorry that he had offended, Harold went up the stairs, wondering why he could not see the dancing, and how long the party would last.  His head was beginning to ache with the glare and gas; his little legs were tired, and he was growing sleepy.  Surely he might sit down now, particularly as Mrs. St. Claire had suggested it, and bringing himself a chair from one of the rooms he sat down in a corner of the hall and was soon in a sound sleep, from which, however, he was roused by the sound of Mr. Tracy’s voice, as he came up the stairs, followed by a tall, distinguished-looking man, who wore a Spanish cloak wrapped gracefully around him, and a large, broad-brimmed hat drawn down so closely, as to hide his features from view.

As he reached the upper landing he raised his head, and Harold, who was now wide awake and standing up, caught a glimpse of a thin, pale face and a pair of keen, black eyes, which seemed for an instant to take everything in; than the head was dropped, and the two men disappeared in a room at the far end of the hall.