M. Lemaire approached her. She greeted
him so pointedly that the other three men soon fell away.
"I can hardly congratulate you, Sara," hissed M. Lemaire, speaking in
French.
"You think I have not made young Benson attentive enough to my whims?"
the young woman asked, plaintively.
"Attentive?" sneered M. Lemaire. "Do you know where he is now?"
"No," admitted Mlle. Nadiboff.
"He has gone away upstairs with his friends, that they may all be
prepared for an early and full day's work."
"You are jesting with me," protested Mlle. Nadiboff, indignantly.
"Take my arm, then, if you will," requested M. Lemaire. "We will stroll
about, and we shall see if your eyes are keen enough to discover your
young submarine captain."
The young woman defiantly accepted the challenge. By the time that
they had strolled around the ballroom scarlet spots glowed in her cheeks.
In either eye a tear of anger glistened behind the lash.
"Are you satisfied?" murmured M. Lemaire, in a low voice.
"I fear that I shall have to teach the young cub a lesson or two in the
art of showing devotion to a woman's wishes," Mlle. Nadiboff answered,
tremulously.
"Shall we walk in the grounds?"
"I beg you to take me out into the air," replied the young woman.
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