This is our waltz, Miss Edgeworth, are you prepared? asked Vivian Standish, as he bowed before the girl in black satin, who was conversing gayly with a fine-looking elderly gentleman.
“So soon,” Honor said, somewhat surprised, “why, I thought—”
“Yes, I know you did,” he interrupted gayly, “but do listen to that music.”
Honor rose, thus appealed to, and smiling an adieu to her first companion, she thrust her round white arm into Vivian’s, as he led her triumphantly into the ball-room, where many couples were already on the floor.
“See, we have lost some of it already,” he...