Adrien waited behind, a wonderful light shining in her eyes, a faint colour touching her pale cheek.

Captain Jack came slowly forward.
"Are you not going to congratulate us, too, Adrien ?" he said.
She moved a pace forward.
"Oh, Jack," she whispered, leaning toward him and breathing quickly, "it was so like the old, the dear old days." Into Maitland's eyes there flashed a look of surprise, of wonder, then of piercing scrutiny, while his face grew white.
"Adrien," he said, in a voice low, tense, almost stern, which she alone heard.

"What do you mean?
Then do you--" "Oh, Captain Jack," cried Patricia, catching his arm, "are you going to dance?
You are, aren't you?
And will you give me--Oh, I daren't ask! You are such a great hero to-night!" "Why, Patsy, will you give me a dance ?" The girl stood gazing at him with eyes that grew misty, the quick beating of her loyal heart almost suffocating her.
"Oh, Captain Jack," she gasped, "how many ?" Maitland laughed at her, and turned to her sister.
"And you, Adrien, may I have a dance ?" Again Adrien leaned toward him.
"One ?" she asked.
"And as many more as you can spare." "My program is quite empty, you see," she said, flinging out her hands and laughing joyously into his face.
"What about me?
And me?
And me ?" said the other three men.
"I suppose we are all nowhere to-night," added Rupert, with a touch of bitterness in his voice.
"Well, there is only one conquering hero, you know," replied Adrien, smiling at them all.
"Now I must run off," said Maitland.

"You see, I am on duty, as it were.
Come down in a few minutes." "Yes, go, Jack," said Adrien, throwing him a warm smile.

"We will follow you in a few minutes." "Oh, I am so excited!" said Patricia, as Maitland disappeared down the stairs.