long as you
are worthy--no, I do not mean that; I know you will always be
worthy--but forever. Now we are at rights again. Let us try to remain
so--that is, I will," and she laughingly gave him her hand, which he,
rising to his feet, bowed low over and kissed, rather fervently and
lingeringly, I thought.

Hand-kissing was new to us in England, excepting in case of the king
and queen at public homage. It was a little startling to Mary, though
she permitted him to hold her hand much longer than there was any sort
of need--a fact she recognized, as I could easily see from her
tell-tale cheeks, which were rosy with the thought of it.

So it is when a woman goes on the defensive prematurely and without
cause; it makes it harder to apply the check when the real need comes.

After a little card-playing, I expressed regret to Jane that I could
not have a dance with her for lack of music.

"I will play, if the ladies permit," said Brandon; and he took Lady
Jane's lute and played and sang some very pretty little love songs and
some comic ones, too, in a style not often heard in England, so far
away from the home of the troubadour and lute. He was full of
surprises, this splendid fellow, with his accomplishments and graces.

When we had danced as long as we wished--that is, as Jane wished--as
for myself, I would have been dancing yet--Mary again asked us to be
seated. Jane having rested, Brandon offered to teach her the new
dance, saying he could whistle an air well enough to give her the
step. I at once grew uneasy with jealous suspense, for I did _not_
wish Brandon to dance in that fashion with Jane, but to my great
relief she replied:

"No; thank you; not to-night." Then shyly glancing toward me: "Perhaps
Sir Edwin will teach me when he learns. It is his business, you know."

Would I? If a month, night and day, would conquer it, the new dance
was as good as done for already. That was the first real mark of favor
I ever had from Jane.

We now had some songs from Mary and Jane; then I gave one, and Brandon
sang again at Mary's request. We had duets and quartets and solos, and
the songs were all sweet, for they came from the heart of youth, and
went to the soul of youth, rich in its God-given fresh delight in
everything. Then we talked, and Mary, and Jane, too, with a sly, shy,
soft little word now and then, drew Brandon out to tell of his travels
and adventures. He was a pleasing talker, and had a smooth, easy flow
of