Their eyes met. "Oh, Sara, Sara," he teased, "do you expect me to wear my heart upon my sleeve?" "I expect you to keep it from wandering toward the daughter of an Italian singer," she said, sharply. "I always fancied that you had rather decided ideas about family, Justin." "If you mean that I'm proud of my Knickerbocker ancestry, I am," he told her; "just as you are proud of your Pilgrim forefathers. But Bettina Dolce's blood is bluer than any that ran in the veins of our middle-class English and Dutch grandsires. Her father was a Venetian, and Bettina has the beauty of those lovely ladies of old Italy." Sara's beauty was of an essentially modern type. "I don't see," she said, somewhat resentfully, "why I should be expected to fight the social battles of a girl who is really nothing to me." "Surely not," easily, "but I rather fancy that any one who snubs Bettina will have to reckon with Diana--and with me----" Sara's lashes hid her sharp little eyes. She was thinking rapidly. She did not care to offend Diana--but more, oh, much more than that, she did not care to offend Justin. She capitulated pensively. "Why, Justin, I don't know why you are calling me to account in this way. I'm sure I'm perfectly willing to help things along." "Good," was his delighted comment, and after that he danced with a heart as light as his heels. When the music stopped, Duke Duffield made his way toward them. "Oh, look here," he said to his sister; "why didn't you present me sooner to Miss Dolce? Gee, Sara, she's some dream--and her dance card was filled before I could get to it." Justin smiled at this slangy confirmation of his own opinion. He drifted presently through the room, looking for Bettina, and just as the music began again its rhythmical beat he saw her. Far at the other end of the room she was dancing with Anthony Blake! Bettina had never been so happy. Anthony's coming had pleased her. He had half promised that he might come, but there had been, as always, the possibility in the background that he would be kept away by some inconsiderate patient. But now he was here, and she was to have her next dance with Justin. Could anything be lovelier than to spend her evening thus between lover and friend, having Anthony's strength and kindliness to make her feel secure, and Justin's glowing youth to match her own. She decided that when she and Anthony were alone she would tell him about the race in the storm, and about her friendly compact with Justin. She was never going to keep anything from Anthony. Why, he was the best man in the whole wide world--the very best. She looked up at him with her eyes like stars and he, meeting that radiant glance, asked, "Are you happy, child?" She blushed and nodded. "Very, very happy!" And after that she danced in dreamy silence until Justin came for her.