"Attentive?" sneered M. Lemaire. "Do you know where he is now?"

"No," admitted Mlle. Nadiboff.

"He has gone away upstairs with his friends, that they may all be
prepared for an early and full day's work."

"You are jesting with me," protested Mlle. Nadiboff, indignantly.

"Take my arm, then, if you will," requested M. Lemaire. "We will stroll
about, and we shall see if your eyes are keen enough to discover your
young submarine captain."

The young woman defiantly accepted the challenge. By the time that
they had strolled around the ballroom scarlet spots glowed in her cheeks.
In either eye a tear of anger glistened behind the lash.

"Are you satisfied?" murmured M. Lemaire, in a low voice.

"I fear that I shall have to teach the young cub a lesson or two in the
art of showing devotion to a woman's wishes," Mlle. Nadiboff answered,
tremulously.

"Shall we walk in the grounds?"

"I beg you to take me out into the air," replied the young woman.

"Yes, it will be better," whispered her companion, cruelly. "Your face
is aflame. You will attract too much attention here, and too much
curiosity. The American naval officers have sharp eyes--sometimes!"