large company of black slaves, attired in Oriental fashion, awaiting the
coming of the guests. Sir William and his brother already led the way,
the others pouring in as rapidly as the wide doors would permit. Dazzled
by the magnificent spectacle I turned to my companion, unable to resist
temptation. She must have instantly read the purpose in my face, for she
grasped my sleeve.

"No; you must not think of remaining a moment longer. There will be a
seat reserved for me, and Captain Grant is coming this way now. Something
is wrong, I am sure; I have no time to explain, but promise me you will
leave here at once--at once."

Her eyes, her words, were so insistent I could not refuse, although as I
glanced about I felt convinced there was no danger in this assemblage,
not a familiar face meeting mine. At the instant Grant came up, elbowing
his way through the press, and staring insolently into my eyes, even as
he bowed politely to the lady beside me.

"At least this is my privilege," he insisted, "unless there be another
previous engagement of which I am ignorant."

"Oh, no," and she rested her hands on the green sleeve, smiling from his
face into mine. "We were waiting for you to come. Good-night, Lieutenant
Fortesque."

They had taken a step or two, when Grant halted, holding her arm tightly
as he glanced back to where I stood.

"Would Lieutenant Fortesque spare me a moment after I have found the lady
a seat?" he questioned politely.