d who, to tell the truth, was more than
ordinarily civil to Lady George's father. Whether Jack would have put
himself out of the way to describe the Kappa-kappa to any other
dignitary of the Church may be doubted, but he had explained it all
very graciously to the Dean. "So it seems that, after all, you are to
dance with Captain De Baron," said the Dean.

"Yes; isn't it hard upon me? I was to have stood up with a real French
Count, who has real diamond buttons, and now I am to be put off with a
mere British Captain, because my white frock is supposed to suit his
red coat!"

"And who has the Count?"

"That odiously fortunate Lady Florence;--and she has diamonds of her
own! I think they should have divided the diamonds. Madame Gigi has the
Lord. Between ourselves, papa,"--and as she said this she whispered,
and both her father and Jack bent over to hear her--"we are rather
afraid of our Lord; ain't we, Captain De Baron? There has been ever so
much to manage, as we none of us quite wanted the Lord. Madame Gigi
talks very little English, so we were able to put him off upon her."

"And does the Lord talk French?"

"That doesn't signify as Giblet never talks at all," said Jack.

"Why did you have him?"

"To tell you the truth, among us all there is rather a hope that he
will propose to Miss Patmore Green. Dear Mrs. Montacute Jones is very
clever at these things, and saw at a glance that nothing would be so
likely to make him do it as seeing Madeline Green dancing with
Tripletoe. No fellow ever did dance so well as Tripletoe, or looked
half so languishing. You see, Dean, there are a good many in's and
out's in these matters, and they have to be approached carefully." The
Dean was amused, and his daughter would have been happy, but for the
double care which sat heavy at her heart. Then Jack suggested to her
that she might as well stand up for a square dance. All the other
Kappa-kappaites had danced or were dancing. The one thing on which she
was firmly determined was that she would not be afraid of Captain De
Baron. Whatever she did now she did immediately under her father's eye.
She made no reply, but got up and put her hand on the Captain's arm
without spoken assent, as a woman will do when she is intimate with a
man.

"Upon my word, for a very young creature I never saw such impudence as
that woman's," said a certain Miss Punter to Augusta Mildmay. Miss
Punter was a great friend of Augusta Mildmay, and was watching