This was all the information Mrs Dalrymple vouchsafed on the subject of the mysterious young lady, for before Captain Chancellor had time to make any further inquiry the usual smiling signal was exchanged, and the ladies retired with much stateliness and rustle to the drawing-room. Mrs Dalrymple, the most good-natured of her sex, was never so happy as when she saw "young people," as she expressed it, "enjoying themselves," and her ideas on this subject, as on most others, being practical in the extreme, a somewhat unexpected sight met the eyes of Captain Chancellor on his re-entering the drawing-room in company with the other gentlemen. "Dancing," he exclaimed, slightly raising his eyebrows, when he had made his way across the room to Miss Eyrecourt, "and on this heavy carpet. Won't it be rather hard work?" "Very, I should say," replied Roma, indifferently. "I certainly don't mean to try it." "Not with me?" said he in a low voice, looking down on her where she sat, with the deep blue eyes he so well knew how to make the most of. "No, not with you," she answered, coolly. "Carpet dances are not at all in my way, as you might know." Captain Chancellor looked considerably piqued. "I don't understand you, Roma," he exclaimed. "If the floor were red hot I should enjoy dancing on it if it were with you." Miss Eyrecourt laughed softly. "You would dance vigorously enough in that case, I have no doubt," she replied; "but as for enjoying it, that's quite another affair. Seriously, Beauchamp, I am going away to-morrow, and I don't want to knock myself up before the journey. Besides, what is the use of dancing with me here? Wait for the hunt ball at Winsley, when you come home on leave. You had better make friends with some of these Wareborough people, as you are sure to be here for some time to come. There are at least six or eight passable-looking girls in the room, and Mary Dalrymple is dying to show off her new lion. They want to hear you roar a little; you don't half appreciate the position." "Who are all these people? Where have they sprung from?" asked Captain Chancellor, ignoring her last remarks. "I counted how many there were at dinner--sixteen I think--but there are several more in the room now." "Yes; those were mostly papas and mammas. The young ladies come after dinner, and some of the young gentlemen. We have had one or two little entertainments of the kind in the week I have been here. I found them very fatiguing; but then I have no interest in the place or the people. I am not going to be here for months like you." "And you won't dance?" urged Beauchamp. "No, really I don't feel inclined for it," she replied decidedly. "And it looks uncivil to go on like this, talking to ourselves so much. Do go and get introduced to some one, Beauchamp. I don't want to offend Mary."