name--which I could see he must have forgotten;
but she immediately pronounced his, availing herself of the American
girl's discretion to "present" him to her mother.
"Well, you might have told me you knew him all this time!" that lady
jovially cried. Then she had an equal confidence for Mrs. Nettlepoint.
"It would have saved me a worry--an acquaintance already begun."
"Ah my son's acquaintances!" our hostess murmured.
"Yes, and my daughter's too!" Mrs. Mavis gaily echoed. "Mrs. Allen
didn't tell us _you_ were going," she continued to the young man.
"She'd have been clever if she had been able to!" Mrs. Nettlepoint
sighed.
"Dear mother, I have my telegram," Jasper remarked, looking at Grace
Mavis.
"I know you very little," the girl said, returning his observation.
"I've danced with you at some ball--for some sufferers by something or
other."
"I think it was an inundation or a big fire," she a little languidly
smiled. "But it was a long time ago--and I haven't seen you since."
"I've been in far countries--to my loss. I should have said it was a big
fire."
"It was at the Horticultural Hall. I didn't remember your name," said
Grace Mavis.
"That's very unkind of you, when I recall vividly that you had a pink
dress."
"Oh I remember that dress--your strawberry tarletan: you looked lovely in
it!" Mrs. Mavis broke out. "You must get another just like it--on the
other side."
"Yes, your daughter looked charming in it," said Jasper Nettlepoint. Then
he added to the girl: "Yet you mentioned my name to your mother."
"It came back to me--seeing you here. I had no idea this was your home."
"Well, I confess it isn't, much. Oh there are some drinks!"--he
approached the tray and its glasses.
"Indeed there are and quite delicious"--Mrs. Mavis largely wiped her
mouth.
"Won't you have another then?--a pink one, like your daughter's gown."
"With pleasure, sir. Oh do see them over," Mrs. Mavis continued,
accepting from the young man's hand a third tumbler.
"My mother and that gentleman? Surely they can take care of themselves,"
he freely pleaded.
"Then my daughter--she has a claim as an old friend."
But his mother had by this time interposed. "Jasper, what does your
telegram say?"
He paid her no heed: he stood there with his glass in his hand, looking
from Mrs. Mavis to Miss Grace.
"Ah leave her to me, madam; I'm quite competent," I said to Mrs. Mavis.
Then the young man gave
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