y looking through a window, make a girl grow nervous in that way, and a girl with whom he, Dexter, was dancing? With
inward angry determination, he immediately asked her to dance again. But he need not have feared interference; Heathcote did
not enter the room during the evening.
From the moment Miss Vanhorn heard the story of that day her method regarding her niece changed entirely; for Mr. Heathcote
would never have remained with her, storm or no storm, through four or five hours, unless he either admired her, had been
entertained by her, or liked her for herself alone, as men will like occasionally a frank, natural young girl.
According to old Katharine, Anne was not beautiful enough to excite his admiration, not amusing enough to entertain him; it
must be, therefore, that he liked her to a certain degree for herself alone. Mr. Heathcote was not a favorite of old
Katharine’s, yet none the less was his approval worth having, and none the less, also, was he an excellent subject to rouse
the jealousy of Gregory Dexter. For Dexter was not coming forward as rapidly as old Katharine had decreed he should come. Old
Katharin