Wilson was left behind among a group who were not dancing at the moment, but gradually they moved away and he stood there alone, steady on his feet--almost impressively self-reliant and sure of himself, though he was neither tall nor handsome. As he stood idly looking on, he began to notice the flame-coloured dress which had been Laura's flashing in and out of the more sober garments. It displayed a good deal of Caroline's figure, which was slim and clean made--something like a Tanagra statuette, but less curved. He found himself watching for her every time as she came round, and finally a thought darted across his mind--a nymph on fire. Why!--he chuckled softly to himself, pleased by the apt phrase and feeling clever--that was what it _was_, by gad! But where on earth had she got a gown exactly like the one which had suited Laura so badly? When the music stopped he moved from his place and walked straight up to Caroline. "I must apologize for having touched you on the arm, but I only caught a glimpse of your dress through the crowd," he said, "and at first I thought you were Miss Temple. She has a dress exactly like the one you are wearing." "Oh, it's all right," repeated Caroline, beginning to move off. Then she suddenly stopped short. After all, he would get to know. She was not going to look as if she were ashamed of what she had done. "It is the same dress," she said, throwing up her head with a jerk, as she did when she was defiant. "Miss Temple gave it to my aunt, Mrs. Creddle, and I'm wearing it because Aunt burnt a frock of mine." "Lucky thing she did," said Wilson easily. "I can't quite see Mrs. Creddle in this gown--at least, if she is the lady I have encountered at Miss Wilson's." "Ha! ha!" laughed Wilf, feeling he owed it to his own dignity to assert himself and join in somehow, but finding a difficulty in beginning. "Miss Temple didn't mean it to be worn. It was to make best frocks for the little ones or something like that," said Caroline. "But I shan't wear it again, so they'll have the benefit of it all the same." "Well, I'm sure the original wearer would be delighted if she could see you in it," said Wilson. "Just what _I_ say," put in Wilf, seizing his chance. "Never saw Carrie look better. She'll be immensely grateful to Miss Temple for the loan of it, of course. Wonderful how the ladies can come to the rescue of each other. Now, we men--it's a queer thing, Mr. Wilson, when you come to think of it, but I don't suppose there's two pairs of legs alike in this hall." "No?" said Wilson interestedly. "Well, I believe you are right. It is strange what things can be discovered about life by keeping one's eyes open. I daresay you don't let much escape yours." "Oh, I don't go about with them _shut_, of course," said Wilf modestly. "But I'm like that. It's no credit to me. Always was from a kid."