The young man was entering with great spirit into his conversation
with the pair, and they were evidently enjoying him.
"I'll have to give him credit for possessing genuine courtesy," thought
Stephen.
At this moment a group of young people came up and demanded the presence
of Mr. and Mrs. Rufus Gray in another part of the room, and Richard was
set at liberty. Stephen took him by the arm.
"Before you engage again in the antic whirl I have a special exhibit to
show you outside the ballroom. Spare me five minutes?"
"Spare you anything," responded the guest, following Stephen out of
the room as if he wanted nothing so much as to do whatever might be
suggested to him.
In two minutes they were downstairs and at the far end of a long
corridor which led to the rooms in a wing of the big house occupied by
the Stephen Grays. Richard was led through a pleasant living-room where
a maid was reading a book under the drop-light. She rose at their
appearance and Stephen nodded an "All right" to her. He conducted
Richard to the door of an inner room, which, as he opened it, let a rush
of cold air upon the two men entering.
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