Publisher's Synopsis
He had been chafing the whole time, and intermittently he had played with the idea of slipping out and taking a hansom down to the chess club. But he had ticked off five dances on Celia's programme--Celia was of course Celia--and he was to take her to supper. Moreover, on his arrival at the small-and-early, Mrs. Saxon had led him round--he feeling that his amiable expression made him a hypocrite--and, mechanically repeating his request for the pleasure of a dance, he had scrawled his name on several programmes with scarcely a glance at their owners.
