CHAPTER VII.

There was silence for a little while. An hour had passed since they began to talk, but it was still short of midnight, and the hansoms and motors still swept about the square like a throng of sonorous fireflies. Just opposite a big house flared with lit windows, and the sound of the band came loudly across the open space, a little mellowed by the distance, but with the rhythm of its music intact. "Oh, I could get into a ball-dress and go and dance now for lightness of heart," said Jeannie. "But I won't; I will do s…