What's wrong
with her?"
"Only that I can't stand her," said Kitty. "What's the good of trying?"
She looked up, a flame of mutiny in her cheeks.
"What, indeed?" said Ashe, feeling as reckless as she. "Her manners are
beyond the bounds. But look here, Kitty, don't you think you'll come
home? You know you do look uncommonly tired."
Kitty frowned.
"Home? Why, I'm only just beginning to enjoy myself! Take me into the
cool, please," she said to the boy who had been dancing with her, and
who still hovered near, in case his divinity might allow him yet a few
more minutes. But as she put out her hand to take his arm, Ashe saw her
waver and look suddenly across the room.
A group parted that had been clustering round a farther door, and Ashe
perceived Cliffe, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed. He
was surrounded by pretty women, with whom he seemed to be carrying on a
bantering warfare. Involuntarily Ashe watched for the recognition
between him and Kitty. Did Kitty's lips move? Was there a signal? If so,
it passed like a flash; Kitty hurried away, and Ashe was left, haughtily
furious with himself that, for the first time in his life, he had played
the spy.
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