When Caroline turned round again, she was delighted to perceive the glitter of his epaulet amidst a group of young men that were leaving the room; and the music now striking up, she cheerfully led off with good, ugly Mr. Harford, who had risen highly in her estimation as contrasted with Lieutenant Tinsley. Meanwhile, Harriet remained in her seat beside her aunt; the major standing before them, prosing and complimenting, and setting forth his humble opinion of himself; in which opinion the two ladies, in their hearts, most cordially joined him. Miss Clements, who had much tact, drew him off from her niece, by engaging him in a dialogue exactly suited to his character and capacity; while, unperceived by the major, Mr. Thomson stepped up, and, after the interchange of a few words, led off Harriet to a cotillion, saying, "Depend upon it, he is not sufficiently _au fait_ of the etiquette of a ball room to take offence at your dancing with me, after having been asked by him." "But, if he _should_ resent it----" "Then I shall know how to answer him. But rely upon it, there is nothing to fear." It was not till the Chace was danced, and the major, happening to turn his head in following the eyes of Miss Clements, saw Harriet gayly flying round the cotillion with Mr. Thomson, that he missed her for the first time,--having taken it for granted that she would dance with him. He started, and exclaimed--"Well, I certainly am the most faulty of men--the most condemnable--the most unpardonable officer in the army--to be guilty of such neglect--such rudeness--and to so fine a young lady. I ought never to presume to show myself in the best classes of society. Madam, may I hope that you will stand my friend--that you will help me to gain my pardon?" "For what?" asked Miss Clements. "For inviting that handsome young lady to favour me again with her hand, and then to neglect observing when the dance was about to begin, so that she was obliged to accept the offer of another gentleman. He, no doubt, stepped up just in time to save her from sitting still, which, I am told, is remarkably disagreeable to young ladies. Madam, I mean no reflection on you--I am incapable of any reflection on you--but (if I may be so bold as to say so) it was _your_ fine, sensible conversation that drew me from my duty." The set being now over, Major Steifenbiegen advanced to meet Mr. Thomson and Miss Darnel, and he accosted the former with--"Sir, give me your hand. Sir, you are a gentleman, and I am much obligated to you for sparing this young lady the mortification of not dancing with me." ("You may leave out the 'not,'" murmured Harriet to herself.)