Another dance. Gloria excused herself lightly and escaped into the arms of Gratton himself. Escaped! King understood; that was the word for it. He watched them; saw Gratton whisper something into her ear, saw Gloria toss her head, saw her cheeks flush. Then Gratton laughed and she laughed with him. They danced wonderfully together, swaying together like two reeds in the same gentle wind. Others than King noticed; there were knowing smiles. At the end of the dance King saw the look which Gloria, flushed and happy, flashed up at Gratton, and his heart contracted in a sudden spasm of pain.
When again couples were seeking each other to the jazzy invitation of the musicians, King slipped away and went outside. He stood in the shadows of the porch seeking to get a grip on himself. In a moment he would go in and say good-night to Mrs. Gaynor; he'd say good-night to Gloria; he would go and put an end to a hideous nightmare. He held himself very much of a fool, and he knew that he was fanciful. But he was of no mind to stay.
Two or three couples came out; he remained unnoticed in the darkness. He heard a girl's voice: "But who is he? I think he's terribly handsome. And distinguished-looking. Superior to our kind of nonsense."
"Who are you talking about, Betty?" Her dancing partner pretended to be in doubt. "Me?"
A whirlwind of girls' laughter. Then one of them saying: "You distinguished-looking! Or handsome! She means the sixty-nine-dollar serge suit."
Good God! Was there a price tag on him?
"Oh, the animal trainer!" They laughed again. Then Gloria came and they called to her, demanding: "Who is he?"
"Oh," said Gloria carelessly, "he is an old friend of papa's and his name is King."
They went in, two of the girls lingering a little behind the others. Gloria and another. The other, bantering and yet curious, said: "Georgia told me all about a Mr. King up in the mountains this spring. And that it looked like love at first sight to her. 'Fess up, Glory, my dear."
Gloria's laughter, unfettered, spontaneous, was of high amusement.
"Georgia said, just the same, that she'd bet on an elopement--"
King reddened and stirred uneasily. Gloria gasped.
"Georgia's crazy!" she said emphatically. "Why, the man is impossible!"
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Five minutes later King went in, found his hat, and told Mrs. Gaynor good-night. She was glad that he was going, and he knew it though she made the obvious perfunctory remark. Gloria saw and came tripping across the room.