'Not dancing, dear?' she asked, with a sympathetic smile, glancing
angrily at Bellthorp, who seemed more struck with Kitty than he had
any right to be, considering he was her property.
'No,' replied Kitty, 'I'm a little tired.'
'Miss Marchurst,' observed Bellthorp, leaning towards her, 'I'm sure
I've seen you before.'
Kitty felt a chill running through her veins as she remembered where
their last meeting had been. The extremity of the danger gave her
courage.
'I dare say,' she replied, coldly turning her back on the young man,
'I'm not invisible.'
Mrs Killer looked with all her eyes, for she wanted to know all
about this pretty girl who dropped so unexpectedly into Melbourne
society, so she determined to question Bellthorp when she got him
alone. To this end she finessed.
'Oh! there's that lovely valse,' she said, as the band struck up
'One summer's night in Munich'. 'If you are not engaged, Mr
Bellthorp, we must have a turn.'
'Delighted,' replied Bellthorp, languidly offering his arm, but
thinking meanwhile, 'confound these women, how they do work a man.'
'You, I suppose,' said Mrs Riller to Kitty, 'are going to play
wallflower.'
'Hardly,' observed a cool voice behind them; 'Miss Marchurst dances
this with me--you see, Mrs Riller,' as that lady turned and saw
Vandeloup, 'she has not your capability at playing wallflower,' with
a significant glance at Bellthorp.
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