Beyond the Rocks

"Dearest," she said to Morella, "is not this a lovely ball? And I can

see you are enjoying yourself."

Miss Winmarleigh replied suitably, and her stolid face betrayed none of

her emotion.

"Mother," said Hector, "I wish you would introduce me to Lady Ada

Fitzgerald when you get the chance. I see her over there."

This was so obvious that Morella, who never saw between the lines,

preened with pleasure. After all, he wished to spend Whitsuntide with

her, and this anxiety to find Lady Bracondale had been all on that

account. Lady Bracondale, who was acquainted with Miss Winmarleigh's

plans, made the same interruption, and joy warmed her being.

She was only too pleased to do whatever he wished. And the affair was

soon accomplished.

Hector made himself especially attractive, and Lady Ada Fitzgerald

decided he was charming.

The way paved for possible contingencies, he escaped from this crowd of

women, and once more began his search for Theodora. She would certainly

return to Josiah some time. To go straight to him would be the best

plan.

Josiah was standing absolutely alone by one of the windows in the

ballroom, and looked pitiably uncomfortable and ill at ease in his

knee-breeches and silk stockings.

He had experienced such pleasure when he had tried them on, and had

enjoyed walking through the hall at Claridge's to his carriage, knowing

the people there would be aware it meant he was going to meet the most

august Royalty.

But now he felt uncomfortable, and kept standing first on one leg, then

on the other. Theodora had not returned to him yet: the next dance had

not begun.

This great world contained discomfort as well as pleasure, he decided.

Hector walked straight over to him and was excessively polite and

agreeable, and Josiah's equanimity was somewhat restored.

What could have happened to Theodora? Where had that beast Wensleydown

taken her? Not to supper--surely not to supper?--were Lord Bracondale's

thoughts.

And then with the first notes of the next dance she reappeared. It

seemed to him she was looking superbly lovely: a faint pink suffused her

cheeks, and her eyes were shining with the excitement of the scene.

A mad rush of passion surged over Hector; his turn had come, he thought.

Lord Wensleydown seemed loath to release her, and showed signs of

staying to talk awhile. So Hector interposed at once.

"May I not have this dance? I have been looking for you everywhere," he

said.

Theodora told him she was tired, and she stood close to her husband;

tired--and also she was quite sure Josiah would be bored left all alone,

so she wished to stay with him.