"This is like old times," she said playfully.

"I found less mail than I expected and thought I would come and have a

dance with my wife." His eyes wandered over the large room, gayly

decorated, and filled with dancing couples.

Mrs. Thornton laughed. "A belle like your wife? She is always engaged for

every dance on her program before she is halfway down this corridor."

"Oh, well, husbands have some rights. I'll take it by force. I don't see

her--she must be sitting out."

Mrs. Thornton slipped her arm through his. "This dance has just begun.

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Walk me up and down. I am tired of standing on one foot."

They strolled down the corridor and through the large central hall. Older

folks sat or stood in groups; a few young couples were sitting out.

Ruyler did not see his wife, and concluded she had been resting at the

moment in the dowager ranks against the wall of the ballroom. The music

ceased sooner than he expected and Mrs. Thornton, who had been talking

with animation on the subject of several fine pictures she had bought

while abroad for the Museum in Golden Gate Park, including one by

Masefield Price, broke off with an impatient exclamation: "Bother! I must

run up to my room at once and telephone. Wait for me here."

She steered him toward a group of men. "Mr. Gwynne, keep Mr. Ruyler from

causing a riot in the ballroom. He insists upon dancing with his wife.

Hold him by force."

They were standing near the staircase and some distance from the lift.

Mrs. Thornton ran up the stairs, pausing for an irresistible moment and

looking down at the company. As she stood there, poised, she looked a

royal figure with her cloth of gold train covering the steps below her

and her high and flashing head. "Wait for me," she said, imperiously to

Price. "I cannot meander down that corridor, deserted and alone."

Ruyler smiled at her, but said to Gwynne: "I'll just go and engage my

wife for a dance and be back in a jiffy--"

Gwynne clasped his hand about Ruyler's arm. "Just a moment, old chap. I

want your opinion--"

"But there is the music again. I'll be knocking people over--"

"You will if you go now, and there'll be dancing for hours yet. Your wife

has been dividing up--now, tell me if you back me in this proposition or

not. I'm going to Washington to represent you fellows--"