"Very," agreed Mademoiselle Sara. "But I like their faces. You will
present me, will you not, Lieutenant?"

"Gladly."

So Jack and Hal found themselves bowing before the handsome young
foreigner. Mlle. Sara had the appearance of being, equally interested
in both of them, though she soon managed, with her social arts, in
drawing somewhat aside with Jack Benson.

And then the music crashed out. One of the young woman's feet began to
tap the floor, her eyes glistening.

"Entrancing music," she murmured.

"If you are not engaged for this dance--" murmured Jack, hesitatingly.
This beautiful creature seemed so superior to the usual run of the human
kind that the submarine boy felt he was too presuming.

"You are very kind," replied the young woman, with a swift smile. "I
shall enjoy it greatly."

Jack took one of her hands in his, resting his other hand lightly at her
waist. A moment later they glided over the polished floor.

"Benson is doing famously," laughed Lieutenant Featherstone,
half-enviously. "But before I think of myself, Hastings, I must seek an
interesting partner for you, also."