Phillip stood. He is instantly at her side and it is then that the
real beauty asserts itself--beauty of soul. "Miss Marguerite, I see
you are determined to enjoy yourself, if I may judge by the number
of dances you have already participated in," said the young man,
eager to join in conversation with the gentle but dignified girl.

"Why are you not doing likewise, Mr. Lawson? Now if all the
gentlemen were like you what would be our fate? What an array of
hopeless wallflowers there would be! Really I feel half angry at you
already!--" Marguerite stopped suddenly in her remarks. Hubert
Tracy came to claim her for the next dance, and as she took the arm
of the latter, she quickly turned towards Phillip Lawson exclaiming,
"Remember, I will be back in a few moments to finish what I intended
to say. Indeed you need not think to escape censure so easily;"
while the accompanying ripple of silvery laughter "low and sweet"
were something to contemplate in the happy meantime.

"Mr. Lawson is evidently not intended to be a society man," remarked
Hubert Tracy to his partner, when they had reached the other end of
the room.

"In my opinion he is all the more to be appreciated," returned the
other in a tone of reproof which stung the young man with deep anger
and resentment; but he was too artful to express himself, and from
that moment there entered into his mind a firm resolve to lessen the
high estimate that Marguerite Verne had formed of the would-be
lover.