"What!" exclaimed the girl. "I thought you were so deeply interested in him. Haven't you worked hard to give him some sort of social form, getting him to dawnces and all that sort of thing?" "No, not to dances, Dade. He doesn't dance." "Oh, to be suah. I heahd that--and I heahd--" she gave a ringing laugh--"I heahd that he was downright jealous when you went to visit Sallie Van Stohn in St. Louis and dawnced with all those men theah. And I didn't blame him--those St. Louis men are raeally lovely dawncers, bettah than the Chicago men--they have the _mesure_ but not the _grâce_--though the St. Louis men are nothing at all to the German officers we met at Berlin. Why, my dyah, those fellows can waltz across a ball room with a glass of wine on each hand--raeally!" She stretched out her well-turned arms and held their pink palms up, to picture the corseted terpsichorean. "But why didn't you teach him to dawnce?" Emily did not conceal with her little laugh the blush that came at this reminder of her attempts to overcome Garwood's pride, which had rebelled at the indignity of displaying his lack of grace in efforts at the waltz or the easier two-step. "He wouldn't learn." "How stupid! But that's nothing now to this othah thing. Had you evah dreamed of such a thing? I thought from what you wrote me that he was the soul of honah." "So he is!" declared Emily, lifting eyes that blazed a defiance. "But won't it injure his chawnces of election?" "No!" Emily fairly cried in her determined opposition to the thought, "no, it won't." She sat upright on the divan, and leaned toward her friend with a little gasp. "You don't mean to tell me you think it true, Dade?" Dade ceased to rock. She looked at Emily with her black eyes sparkling through their long lashes, and then she squeezed her wrists between her knees and said: "Emily Harkness, you're in love with that man!" Emily's gaze fell. She thrust out her lower lip a little, and gave an almost imperceptible toss to her brown head. She stroked a silken pillow at her side. Dade's eyes continued to sparkle at her through their long lashes, and she felt the conviction of their gaze. "Well," she said at last, gently, "I am going to marry him." Dade continued to gaze a moment longer, and then she swooped over to the divan. She hugged Emily in her strong young arms, almost squeezing the breath from the girl's body. "Bless you, I knew it!" And then she kissed her, but suddenly held her away at arm's length as if she were a child, and said with the note of reproach that her claim as a life-long intimate gave her voice: "But why didn't you tell me?" "You're the first I've told except papa," said Emily.