He advanced, and made a magnificent bow, on which he rather prided
himself.
"Good-evening, Miss Vincent," he said.
"Good-evening, Mr. Fletcher."
"I am very glad you have favored the party with your presence."
"Thank you, Mr. Fletcher. Don't turn my head with your compliments."
"May I hope you will favor me with your hand in the first Lancers?"
"I am sorry, Mr. Fletcher, but I am engaged to Mr. Walton. I believe
you are acquainted with him."
Fletcher for the first time observed our hero, and his face wore a
look of mingled annoyance and scorn.
"I have met the gentleman," he said, haughtily.
"Mr. Fletcher and I have met frequently," said Harry, pleasantly.
"I didn't expect to meet you _here_," said Fletcher with marked
emphasis.
"Probably not," said Harry. "My invitation is due to my being a
friend of Oscar's."
"I was not aware that you danced," said Fletcher who was rather
curious on the subject.
"I don't--much."
"Where did you learn--in the printing office?"
"No, in the city."
"Ah! Indeed!"
Fletcher thought he had wasted time enough on our hero, and turned
again to Maud.
"May I have the pleasure of your hand in the second dance?" he asked.
"I will put you down for that, if you desire it."
"Thank you."
It so happened that when Harry and Maud took the floor, they found
Fletcher their _vis-a-vis_.
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