‘My dear child,’ says Mabel, addressing Lippa, as they enter the drawing-room, ’how very foolish of you to lock yourselves up like that.  I was getting quite uneasy about you, but come and have some tea, and you Teddy go upstairs to yours, Captain Harkness now let me introduce you properly to my sister-in-law.’

Philippa smiles and Captain Harkness congratulates himself on his afternoon adventure.

Eleven o’clock sees Mabel and Philippa on their way to the ball, not having been to many she has not become blasee, but enjoys herself thoroughly.  It is still early when they reach their destination, and Mrs Seaton is enabled to find a seat in a good place for seeing, almost opposite the door.  Lady Dadford followed by her daughter soon puts in an appearance and makes for them at once.

‘Well, Mabel, my dear,’ she begins, ’so glad to have found you here, how do you do, Philippa, you are not done up yet, I see, and you look charming, what a sweet dress you have, and I do believe you have not been introduced to my boy yet, I am afraid he isn’t coming here to-night, he’s such a dear boy, my Helmdon, I’m sure you will like him.  But where’s Anne, ah! dancing already, the dear child, she does do it so well,’ and with a benign smile on her kind old face, Lady Dadford seats herself by Mabel.

Miss Seaton’s partners claim her one after the other; they have very little individuality to her, of course some are better dancers than the others, but caring for one more than another, would be quite impossible she tells herself.  Why is it then that suddenly as she catches sight of a certain brown head in the doorway, she smiles, and when the owner comes towards her feels just a little thrill of pleasure.

Ah!  Miss Seaton let me warn you, don’t pretend to care for none of them, for that thrill does not come without some cause, and almost before you are aware of it, you will find that your heart is not your own, you know quite well that Jimmy Dalrymple has found favour in your eyes, and you know too, that with very little trouble you could bewitch him.  Do not play with edged tools.

Lippa waltzes off with him through the crowded room and just a little sigh escapes her as the music stops.

‘Where would you like to go to?’ asks he.  ‘To supper or the garden?’

‘Oh, the garden,’ says Miss Seaton, ’fancy naming them together.  Supper is such a very prosaic affair,’ and then as they enter the garden, ’One could almost imagine oneself miles away from London here.’

‘They have arranged it awfully well,’ says Dalrymple, gazing round on the illuminated parterres, and then, ’would you like to sit or shall we walk about?’

‘Walk, I think,’ replies Philippa, and so they wander on, talking about nothing in particular, and yet they both forget that there are such things as sleep and to-morrow.  Having come to the end of a narrow path, and finding two empty chairs they remain there.  The lights are dim and the people passing and repassing are scarcely recognisable, but presently a lady in a light blue gown attracts Lippa’s attention.  ’Who is she?’ she says.