The girls
accommodate themselves to the old-fashioned steps in great style."
"I certainly should like to see it," Richard said, wondering if there
were any possible chance of his being invited.
But Judge Gray offered no suggestion of the sort, and Richard made up
his mind that the Christmas Eve dance would be a strictly family affair.
"Probably the country relatives are a queer lot," he decided, "and the
Grays don't care to show them off. Still--that's not like them, either.
It's certainly like them to do such an eccentric thing as to get their
cousins all here and try to give them a good time. I should like to see
it. I should!"
He found his thoughts wandering many times during the morning's work to
the image of Roberta dancing with the old uncle from the country. He had
never met her at any of the society dances which were now and then
honoured by his presence. Unquestionably the Grays moved in a circle
with which he was not familiar--a circle made up of people distinguished
rather for their good birth and the things which they had done than for
their wealth. Nobody in the city stood upon a higher social level than
the Grays, but they lived in a world in which the gay and fashionable
set Richard knew were totally unknown and unhonoured.
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