They
looked each other steadily in the eye as they grasped hands by the
bonfire, and in his inmost heart each man recognized in the other an
antagonist.
Richard skated away with Miss Drummond, a wholesomely gay and attractive
girl who could skate as well as she could talk and laugh. He devoted
himself to her for half an hour; then, with a skill of which he was
master from long exercise, he brought about a change of partners. The
next time he rounded the bend into a path which led straight down the
moonlight it was in the company he longed for.
Richard's heart leaped exultantly as he skated around the river bend in
the moonlight with Roberta. And when his hands gathered hers into his
close grasp it was somehow as if he had taken hold of an electric
battery. He distinctly felt the difference between her hands and those
of the other girl. It was very curious and he could not wholly
understand it.
"What kind of gloves do you wear?" was his first inquiry. He held up the
hand which was not in Roberta's muff and tried to see it in the dim
light.
"You _are_ deep in the new business, aren't you?" she mocked.
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