"I shall go and complain to my father of the insults I have received!" said Alfred, turning to leave the room; for he had evidently no wish to meet the impending interview with Mr. Middleton. "I anticipated that you would reconsider your resolution of remaining here!" laughed Walter, as he let this sarcasm off after his retreating foe. He had scarcely disappeared through one door before Mr. Middleton entered at another. "What is all this about, Walter?" he inquired, approaching the group of panic-stricken girls and wondering boys. "Some new rudeness of Alfred Burghe, father; but he has just taken himself off, for which I thank him; so there is no use in saying more upon the subject for the present," replied Walter. "There is no use, in any case, to disturb the harmony of a festive evening, my son; all complaints may well be deferred until the morning, when I shall be ready to hear them," replied Mr. Middleton, smiling, and never suspecting how serious the offense of Alfred Burghe had been. "And now," he continued, turning towards the band, "strike up the music, professor! The summer evenings are short, and the young people must make the most of this one. Walter, my son, you are to open the ball with your cousin." "Thank you very much, uncle; thank you, Walter, but my hand is engaged for this set to Ishmael Worth; none but the winner of the first prize for me!" said Claudia gayly, veiling the kindness that prompted her to favor the mortified youth under a sportive assumption of vanity. "Very well, then, where is the hero?" said Mr. Middleton. But Ishmael had suddenly disappeared, and was nowhere to be found. "Where is he, Walter? He was standing by you," said Claudia. "I had my arm around him to prevent mischief, and I released him only an instant since; but he seems to have slipped away," answered Walter, in surprise. "He has gone after Alfred! and there will be mischief done; and no one could blame Ishmael if there was!" exclaimed Claudia. "It was young Worth, then, that Burghe assailed?" inquired Mr. Middleton. "Yes, uncle! and if Mr. Burghe is permitted to come to the house after his conduct this evening, I really shall feel compelled to write to my father, and request him to remove me, for I cannot, indeed, indeed, I cannot expose myself to the shock of hearing such language as he has dared to use in my presence this evening!" said Claudia excitedly. "Compose yourself, my dear girl; he will not trouble us after this evening; he does not return to school after the vacation; he goes to West Point," said her uncle. "And where I hope the discipline will be strict enough to keep him in order!" exclaimed Claudia. "But now someone must go after Ishmael. Ring for Jovial, Walter." "Father, old Jovial will be too slow. Had I not better go myself?" asked Walter, seizing his hat. Mr. Middleton assented, and the young man went out on his quest.