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"Some one will
undoubtedly carry you away, in the course of the evening, and go
madly through the world hunting a marble balustrade to set you on.
I'll do it myself if you'll give me any encouragement."
Perhaps, had Clayton Spencer been entirely honest with himself that
night, he would have acknowledged that he had had a vague hope of
seeing Audrey at the club. Cars came up, discharged their muffled
occupants under the awning and drove away again. Delight and Mrs.
Haverford arrived and he danced with Delight, to her great anxiety
lest she might not dance well. Graham came very late, in the wake
of Marion Hayden.
But Audrey did not appear.
He waited until the New-year came in. The cotillion was on then,
and the favors for the midnight figure were gilt cornucopias filled
with loose flowers. The lights went out for a moment on the hour,
the twelve strokes were rung on a triangle in the orchestra, and
there was a moment's quiet. Then the light blazed again, flowers
and confetti were thrown, and club servants in livery carried round
trays of champagne.


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