If Mr. Bernard had had nothing to distract his attention, he might have thought too much about his handsome partner, and then gone home and dreamed about her, which is always dangerous, and waked up thinking of her still, and then begun to be deeply interested in her studies, and so on, through the whole syllogism which ends in Nature’s supreme quod erat demonstrandum.  What was there to distract him or disturb him?  He did not know,—­but there was something.  This sumptuous creature, this Eve just within the gate of an untried Paradise, untutored in the ways of the world, but on tiptoe to reach the fruit of the tree of knowledge,—­alive to the moist vitality of that warm atmosphere palpitating with voices and music, as the flower of some dioecious plant which has grown in a lone corner and suddenly unfolding its corolla on some hot-breathing June evening, feels that the air is perfumed with strange odors and loaded with golden dust wafted from those other blossoms with which its double life is shared,—­this almost over-womanized woman might well have bewitched him, but that he had a vague sense of a counter-charm.  It was, perhaps, only the same consciousness that some one was looking at him which he himself had just given occasion to in his partner.  Presently, in one of the turns of the dance, he felt his eyes drawn to a figure he had not distinctly recognized, though he had dimly felt its presence, and saw that Elsie Venner was looking at him as if she saw nothing else but him.  He was not a nervous person, like the poor lady-teacher, yet the glitter of the diamond eyes affected him strangely.  It seemed to disenchant the air, so full a moment before of strange attractions.  He became silent, and dreamy, as it were.  The round-limbed beauty at his side crushed her gauzy draperies against him, as they trod the figure of the dance together, but it was no more to him than if an old nurse had laid her hand on his sleeve.  The young girl chafed at his seeming neglect, and her imperious blood mounted into her cheeks; but he appeared unconscious of it.

“There is one of our young ladies I must speak to,” he said,—­and was just leaving his partner’s side.

“Four hands all round?” shouted the first violin,—­and Mr. Bernard found himself seized and whirled in a circle out of which he could not escape, and then forced to “cross over,” and then to “dozy do,” as the maestro had it,—­and when, on getting back to his place, he looked for Elsie Venner, she was gone.

The dancing went on briskly.  Some of the old folks looked on, others conversed in groups and pairs, and so the evening wore along, until a little after ten o’clock.  About this time there was noticed an increased bustle in the passages, with a considerable opening and shutting of doors.  Presently it began to be whispered about that they were going to have supper.  Many, who had never been to any large party before, held their breath for a moment at this announcement.  It was rather with a tremulous interest than with open hilarity that the rumor was generally received.