She saw the look of pain come into Marley's eyes, and instantly she regretted. "You have?" he said. "Why, yes." She looked at him with her head turned to one side; her face wore an expression he did not like to see. It was on Marley's lips to ask who had invited her, but his pride would not let him do that; somehow a sense of separation fell suddenly between them. He examined with deep interest the arm of his chair. "Well," he began presently, "I wouldn't have you stay away on my account, you know." He looked up suddenly. "Please don't stay away, Lavinia. I'd like to have you go." There was contrition in her voice as she almost flew to reply: "Why, you dear old thing, it was only George Halliday who asked me; and when I told him I wouldn't go he was actually relieved; he said he didn't want to go himself; he hates our little functions out here, you know, and has ever since he came back from Harvard. I suppose he was used to so much more in Cambridge!" Lavinia had a sneer in her tone, and it took on a shade of irritation as she added: "He asked me only because he was sorry for me." "Yes, sorry for you," Marley repeated bitterly. "That's another thing I've done for you." "Please don't, dear," said Lavinia, "don't let yourself get bitter. It'll be all right. We'll spend Christmas Eve here at home and have ever so much more fun by ourselves." Mrs. Blair told Marley that she wished Lavinia might go to the ball; her father wished it, too. Mrs. Blair told him that she could easily get George Halliday to take her,--their lifelong intimacy with the Hallidays permitted that. Marley assured her that he wished Lavinia to accept Halliday's invitation, but that she would not do so. "I'd take her myself," he added, "only I can't dance, and--I have no money. I'd like to have her go, if it would give her pleasure." "I know you would, you dear boy," said Mrs. Blair, laying her hand on his shoulder in her affectionate way. Mrs. Blair urged Lavinia to go, and so did Marley, and when he saw that she was determined not to go, he urged her all the more strongly, because, now that he was sure of her position, he could so much more enjoy his own disinterestedness and magnanimity. They desisted when Lavinia complained that they were making her life miserable. Though Marley could deny Lavinia the dance, he found, after all, that he could not deny himself the distinction of giving her a Christmas present. His heroic attitude gradually broke under the temptation of Hoffman's jewelry store, glittering with its holiday display. Marley already owed Hoffman for Lavinia's ring, but like most of the merchants in Macochee, Hoffman had to do business on an elastic credit, if he wished to do any business at all, and Marley, after many pains of selection, did not have much difficulty in inducing Hoffman to let him have the pearl opera-glasses he finally chose in the despair of thinking of anything better.