"
"Then this gathering is Mr. Somers's selection?"
"How preposterous you are, Grace. Of course not. Only Somers's IDEA of
what is pleasing to Rushbrook, gotten up with a taste and discretion
all his own. You know Somers is a gentleman, educated at West
Point--traveled all over Europe--you might have met him there; and
Rushbrook--well, you have only to see him to know what HE is. Don't you
understand?"
A slight seriousness; the same shadow that once before darkened the
girl's charming face gave way to a mischievous knitting of her brows as
she said naively, "No."
CHAPTER III
Grace Nevil had quite recovered her equanimity when the indispensable
Mr. Somers, handsome, well-bred, and self-restrained, approached her
later in the crowded drawing-room. Blended with his subdued personal
admiration was a certain ostentation of respect--as of a tribute to
a distinguished guest--that struck her. "I am to have the pleasure of
taking you in, Miss Nevil," he said. "It's my one compensation for the
dreadful responsibility just thrust upon me.
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