"For the pleasure you gave me the other night," she answered. "I have not
seen you since to speak to. It was splendid!"
"Thanks," said John. "I saw you there, in the gallery on my left."
"Yes; but how could you have time to look about and recognize people? You
must have splendid eyes."
"It is all a habit," said John. "When one has been before an audience a
few times one does not feel nervous, and so one has time to look about. Do
you care for that sort of thing, Miss Thorn?"
"Oh, ever so much. But I was frightened once, when they began to grumble."
"There was nothing to fear," said John, laughing. "Audiences of that kind
do not punctuate one's speeches with cabbages and rotten eggs."
"They do sometimes in England," said Joe. "But here come the others!"
Two and two, in a certain grace of order, the little party came out from
the shore into the moonlight. The women's faces looked white and waxen
against their rich furs, and the moonbeams sparkled on their ornaments. A
very pretty sight is a moonlight skating party, and Pocock Vancouver knew
what he was saying when be hinted at the mysterious and romantic
influences that are likely to be abroad on such occasions.
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