control. She
confessed to him afterward that she had been wildly glad, exalted, and
played with freedom and abandon, though at the same time she was
frightened and nervous. To Eugene she was of course ravishing to behold.
She could not play, as she truly said, but it made no difference. Her
motions were beautiful.

Mrs. Dale had long admired Eugene's youthful spirit. She watched him now
from one of the windows, and thought of him much as one might of a boy.
He and Suzanne looked charming playing together. It occurred to her that
if he were single he would not make a bad match for her daughter.
Fortunately he was sane, prudent, charming, more like a guardian to
Suzanne than anything else. Her friendship for him was rather a healthy
sign.

After dinner it was proposed by Kinroy that he and his friends and
Suzanne go to a dance which was being given at a club house, near the
government fortifications at The Narrows, where they spread out into the
lower bay. Mrs. Dale, not wishing to exclude Eugene, who was depressed
at the thought of Suzanne's going and leaving him behind, suggested that
they all go. She did not care so much for dancing herself, but Suzanne
had no partner and Kinroy and his friend were very much interested in
the girls they were taking. A car was called, and they sped to the club
to find it dimly lighted with Chinese lanterns, and an orchestra playing
softly in the gloom.

"Now you go ahead and dance," said her mother to Suzanne. "I want to sit
out here and look at the water a while. I'll watch you through the
door."

Eugene held out his hand to Suzanne, who took it, and in a moment they
were whirling round. A kind of madness seized them both, for without a
word or look they drew close to each other and danced furiously, in a
clinging ecstasy of joy.

"Oh, how lovely!" Suzanne exclaimed at one turn of the room, where,
passing an open door, they looked out and saw a full lighted ship
passing silently by in the distant dark. A sail boat; its one great sail
enveloped in a shadowy quiet, floated wraith-like, nearer still.

"Do scenes like that appeal to you so?" asked Eugene.

"Oh, do they!" she pulsated. "They take my breath away. This does, too,
it's so lovely!"

Eugene sighed. He understood now. Never, he said to himself, was the
soul of an artist so akin to his own and so enveloped in beauty. This
same thirst for beauty that was in him was in her, and it was pulling
her to him. Only her soul wa