There was no verbal response to the appeal, only an uneasy movement; but her period of waiting was extremely brief.

“Oh, I knew you would; you have all been so kind and considerate.”  She arose, resting her daintily gloved hand upon Brant’s blue sleeve, her pleased eyes smiling up confidingly into his.  Then with a charming smile, “Oh, Mr. Wynkoop, I have decided to claim your escort to supper.  You do not care?”

Wynkoop bowed, his face like a poppy.

“I thought you would not mind obliging me in this.  Come, Lieutenant.”

Miss Spencer, when she desired to be, was a most vivacious companion, and always an excellent dancer.  Brant easily succumbed to her sway, and became, for the time being, a victim to her charms.  They circled the long room twice, weaving their way skilfully among the numerous couples, forgetful of everything but the subtile intoxication of that swinging cadence to which their feet kept such perfect time, occasionally exchanging brief sentences in which compliment played no insignificant part.  To Brant, as he marked the heightened color flushing her fair cheeks, the experience brought back fond memories of his last cadet ball at the Point, and he hesitated to break the mystic spell with abrupt questioning.  Curiosity, however, finally mastered his reticence.

“Miss Spencer,” he asked, “may I inquire if you possess such a phenomenon as a ‘star’ pupil?”

The lady laughed merrily, but her expression became somewhat puzzled.  “Really, what a very strange question!  Why, not unless it might be little Sammy Worrell; he can certainly use the longest words I ever heard of outside a dictionary.  Why, may I ask?  Are you especially interested in prodigies?”

“Oh, not in the least; certainly not in little Sammy Worrell.  The person I had reference to chances to be a young woman, having dark eyes, and a wealth of auburn hair.  We met quite by accident, and the sole clew I now possess to her identity is a claim she advanced to being your ‘star’ pupil.”

Miss Spencer sighed somewhat regretfully, and her eyes fell.  “I fear it must have been Naida, from your description.  But she is scarcely more than a child.  Surely, Lieutenant, it cannot be possible that you have become interested in her?”

He smiled pleasantly.  “At least eighteen, is she not?  I was somewhat impressed with her evident originality, and hoped to renew our slight acquaintanceship here in more formal manner.  She is your ‘star’ pupil, then?”

“Why, she is not really in my school at all, but I outline the studies she pursues at home, and lend her such books as I consider best adapted for her reading.  She is such a strange girl!”

“Indeed?  She appeared to me to be extremely unconventional, with a decided tendency for mischief.  Is that your meaning?”

“Partially.  She manages to do everything in a different way from other people.  Her mind seems peculiarly independent, and she is so unreservedly Western in her ways and language.  But I was referring rather to her taste in books—­she devours everything.”