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The young man who had chosen himself master of ceremonies at the hop the night before now proposed from the social background where he had hitherto kept himself, “I will call you Daphne.”

“You will call me Miss Desmond, if you please, Mr. Ellett.” The owner of the name had been facing her visitors from the piano-stool with her back to the instrument. She now wheeled upon the stool, and struck some chords. “I wish you’d thought to bring your fiddle, Millicent. I should like to try this piece.” The piece lay on the music-rest before her.

“I will go and get it for her,” said the ex-master of ceremonies.

“Do,” said Miss Desmond.

“No, no,” Gaites protested. “I brought Miss Axewright, and I have the first claim to bring her fiddle.”

“I’m afraid you couldn’t either of you find it,” Miss Axewright began.

“We’ll both try,” said the ex-master of ceremonies. “Where do you think it is?”

“Well, it’s in the case on the piano.”

“That doesn’t sound very intricate,” said Gaites, and they all laughed.

As soon as the two men were out of the house, the ex-master of ceremonies confided: “That name is a very tender spot with Miss Desmond. She’s always hated it since I knew her, and I can’t remember when I didn’t know her.”

“Yes, I could see that–too late,” said Gaites. “But what I can’t understand is, Miss Axewright seemed to hate it, too.”

Mr. Ellett appeared greatly edified. “Did you notice that?”

“I think I did.”

“Well, now I’ll tell you just what I think. There aren’t any two girls in the world that like each other better than those two. But that shows just how it is. Girls are terribly jealous, the best of them. There isn’t a girl living that really likes to have another girl praised by a man, or anything about her, I don’t care who the man is. It’s a fact, whether you believe it or not, or whether you respect it. I don’t respect it myself. It’s narrow-minded. I don’t deny it: they are narrow-minded. All the same, we can’t help ourselves. At least, I can’t.”

Mr. Ellett broke into a laugh of exhaustive intelligence and clapped Gaites on the back.

IX.

Gaites, if he did not wholly accept Ellett’s philosophy of the female nature, acted in the light it cast upon the present situation. From that time till the end of his stay at Lower Merritt, which proved to be coeval with the close of the Inn for the season, and with the retirement of the orchestra from duty, he said nothing more of Miss Phyllis Desmond’s beautiful name. He went further, and altogether silenced himself concerning his pursuit of her piano; he even sought occasions of being silent concerning her piano in every way, or so it seemed to him, in his anxious avoidance of the topic. In all this matter he was governed a good deal by the advice of Mr. Ellett, to whom he had confessed his pursuit of Miss Desmond’s piano in all its particulars, and who showed a highly humorous appreciation of the facts. He was a sort of second (he preferred to say second-hand) cousin of Miss Desmond, and, so far as he could make out, had been born engaged to her; and he showed an intuition in the gingerly handling of her rather uncertain temper which augured well for his future happiness. His future happiness seemed to be otherwise taken care of, for though he was a young man of no particular prospects, and no profession whatever, he had a generous willingness to liberate his affianced to an artistic career; or, at least, there was no talk of her giving up her scheme of teaching the piano-forte because she was engaged to be married, he was exactly fitted to become the husband of a wage-earning wife, and was so far from being offensive in this quality that everybody (including Miss Desmond, rather fitfully) liked him; and he was universally known as Charley Ellett.