Our hope is that he's interested in
something else. Suppose we stroll along and see just how much interested
he is."
By the time they reached the ballroom Morrison was waltzing with Lana.
He was distinctly another person from that tense, saturnine, defiant,
brusk person who strode through the reception-hall. He was radiantly and
boyishly happy. He was clasping the girl tenderly. He directed her steps
in a small circle outside the throng of dancers, and waltzed as slowly as
the tempo would allow. He was talking earnestly.
"Look at him! There you have it!" whispered Despeaux, recovering his
confidence. "Every man has his price--but it's a mistake to think that the
price must always be counted down in cash. Daunt didn't act as if he had
captured our friend. He's dancing to a girl's tune now. Corson will
whistle a jig when he gets ready and Morrison will dance to that tune,
too!"
IX
MAKING IT A SQUARE BREAK
In the privacy of Senator Corson's study Mr. Daunt had allowed himself to
raise his voice and express some decided opinions by the way of venting
his emotions.
In his heat he disregarded the amenities that should govern a guest in the
presence of his host.
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