No lady of rank in Timbuctoo could have sailed into the kitchen
ball-room with greater state than Suky now after the compact had
been made, Jeff supporting her on his arm with the conscious air
of one who has taken the prize from all competitors. With the
assurance of a potentate he ensconced himself in the orchestra
corner and called the dancers to their feet.
But the spirit of mutiny was present. Eager eyes noted that the
ring on his bow-hand was gone. Then it was seen glistening on
Suky's hand as she ostentatiously fanned herself. The clamor broke
out, "Mister Johnsing," incited by Mandy and the two swains
between whom Suky had been sandwiched, leading the revolt against
Jeff's arrogance and success.
There were many, however, who had no personal wrongs to right, and
who did not relish being made a cat's-paw by the disaffected.
These were bent on the natural progression and conclusion of the
dance. In consequence of the wordy uproar the master of the
premises appeared and cleared them all out, sending his own
servants to their quarters.
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