I hope you are enjoying
yourselves. There will be dancing soon--I never dance--and supper at
twelve."
There was no man more elaborately got up that night than Gusher. Every
hair on his head was trained into exact position, and his tailoring was
faultless. In short, Gusher had got himself up with a view to making the
greatest destruction on the female heart. He whisked about here and
there, making himself useful as well as ornamental, for he felt that he
had got the Chapman family on his shoulders, and was responsible for its
reputation as very distinguished.
"Miz, you shall permit me ze pleazure, and ze 'onar, to open ze dance
wiz you," said Gusher, approaching Mattie with his right hand on his
heart, and making one of his extensive bows, "You shall do me ze 'onar,
I am sure," he continued, and as he raised his head with an air of
confidence, expecting to see her extend her hand, his eye fell on the
familiar face of a young man standing at her side, engaging her in
conversation. He paused suddenly, his face changed color from pale to
crimson, and his manner became nervous and agitated.
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