and blushed for the company.

The Bohemians, however, did not blush; neither, to his amazement, did
Serena, who looked on and applauded with the rest. He found some comfort
in the absence of his daughter, who was not among the seated guests,
but, at last, even this comfort was dispelled. He caught a glimpse of
Gertrude, still accompanied by the attentive Mr. Holway, standing in
the back row. He tried to catch her eye and, by frowns and shakes of
the head, to indicate his disapproval of the dance and her presence as
a witness. He did not succeed in attracting her attention, but when, a
moment later, she and her escort moved off, he was somewhat relieved.
Gertrude looked as if she did not care for Miss Dusante's dancing any
more than he did. Mr. Hungerford, also, did not appear interested. He
was looking at Miss Dott and "Monty," and there was a frown on his face.

Upon their return, after they were together in the library at home,
Daniel's shocked indignation burst forth.

"Well!" he declared, "that's enough. That's the limit, that is! What
kind of a gang IS that, anyway?"

His wife regarded him with astonishment. Gertrude, after one glance at
his face, turned and walked to the other side of the room, where she
busied herself with a book on the table. Cousin Percy smiled broadly.

"Gang!" repeated Serena. "Gang! Why, what are you talking about,
Daniel?"

"I'm talkin' about that gang at that Canby woman's place to-night.
I never saw such a brazen gang anywhere. Haven't they got ANY
respectability? How'd they come to let that dancin' thing in there?
Couldn't they see her before she got in? Couldn't they stop her? Why--"

Serena interrupted. "Stop her!" she repeated. "How could they stop her?
She was an invited guest."

"Who invited her? That's what I want to know. Who invited her?"

"Miss Canby, I suppose. She is a friend of hers."

"A friend! A FRIEND!"

"Yes. Now, Daniel, don't be silly. I know what you mean, and I must say
I sympathize with you just a little. Annette explained to me afterwards
though, so I suppose it is all right. Annette says that this Miss
Dusante's dancing is all the rage now. She has made a study of the
ancient Grecian dances and she does them everywhere. She is paid high
prices for it, too."

"I don't doubt it. I should think she'd want to be. Did you see the way
she was dressed? I never--"

"Hush, Daniel! That was the old Greek costume. Miss Canby told me all
about it; the old Gre