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Annixter
was
saluted
right
and
left
as
he
slowly
went
the
round
of
the
floor
.
At
every
moment
he
had
to
pause
to
shake
hands
and
to
listen
to
congratulations
upon
the
size
of
his
barn
and
the
success
of
his
dance
.
But
he
was
distrait
,
his
thoughts
elsewhere
;
he
did
not
attempt
to
hide
his
impatience
when
some
of
the
young
men
tried
to
engage
him
in
conversation
,
asking
him
to
be
introduced
to
their
sisters
,
or
their
friends
’
sisters
.
He
sent
them
about
their
business
harshly
,
abominably
rude
,
leaving
a
wake
of
angry
disturbance
behind
him
,
sowing
the
seeds
of
future
quarrels
and
renewed
unpopularity
.
He
was
looking
for
Hilma
Tree
.
When
at
last
he
came
unexpectedly
upon
her
,
standing
near
where
Mrs
.
Tree
was
seated
,
some
half
-
dozen
young
men
hovering
uneasily
in
her
neighbourhood
,
all
his
audacity
was
suddenly
stricken
from
him
;
his
gruffness
,
his
overbearing
insolence
vanished
with
an
abruptness
that
left
him
cold
.
His
old
-
time
confusion
and
embarrassment
returned
to
him
.
Instead
of
speaking
to
her
as
he
intended
,
he
affected
not
to
see
her
,
but
passed
by
,
his
head
in
the
air
,
pretending
a
sudden
interest
in
a
Japanese
lantern
that
was
about
to
catch
fire
.
But
he
had
had
a
single
distinct
glimpse
of
her
,
definite
,
precise
,
and
this
glimpse
was
enough
.
Hilma
had
changed
.
The
change
was
subtle
,
evanescent
,
hard
to
define
,
but
not
the
less
unmistakable
.
The
excitement
,
the
enchanting
delight
,
the
delicious
disturbance
of
“
the
first
ball
,
”
had
produced
its
result
.
Perhaps
there
had
only
been
this
lacking
.
It
was
hard
to
say
,
but
for
that
brief
instant
of
time
Annixter
was
looking
at
Hilma
,
the
woman
.
She
was
no
longer
the
young
girl
upon
whom
he
might
look
down
,
to
whom
he
might
condescend
,
whose
little
,
infantile
graces
were
to
be
considered
with
amused
toleration
.
When
Annixter
returned
to
the
harness
room
,
he
let
himself
into
a
clamour
of
masculine
hilarity
.
Osterman
had
,
indeed
,
made
a
marvellous
“
fertiliser
,
”
whiskey
for
the
most
part
,
diluted
with
champagne
and
lemon
juice
.
The
first
round
of
this
drink
had
been
welcomed
with
a
salvo
of
cheers
.
Hooven
,
recovering
his
spirits
under
its
violent
stimulation
,
spoke
of
“
heving
ut
oudt
mit
Cudder
,
bei
Gott
,
”
while
Osterman
,
standing
on
a
chair
at
the
end
of
the
room
,
shouted
for
a
“
few
moments
quiet
,
gentlemen
,
”
so
that
he
might
tell
a
certain
story
he
knew
.
But
,
abruptly
,
Annixter
discovered
that
the
liquors
—
the
champagne
,
whiskey
,
brandy
,
and
the
like
—
were
running
low
.
This
would
never
do
.
He
felt
that
he
would
stand
disgraced
if
it
could
be
said
afterward
that
he
had
not
provided
sufficient
drink
at
his
entertainment
.
He
slipped
out
,
unobserved
,
and
,
finding
two
of
his
ranch
hands
near
the
doorway
,
sent
them
down
to
the
ranch
house
to
bring
up
all
the
cases
of
“
stuff
”
they
found
there
.
However
,
when
this
matter
had
been
attended
to
,
Annixter
did
not
immediately
return
to
the
harness
room
.
On
the
floor
of
the
barn
a
square
dance
was
under
way
,
the
leader
of
the
City
Band
calling
the
figures
.
Young
Vacca
indefatigably
continued
the
rounds
of
the
barn
,
paring
candle
after
candle
,
possessed
with
this
single
idea
of
duty
,
pushing
the
dancers
out
of
his
way
,
refusing
to
admit
that
the
floor
was
yet
sufficiently
slippery
.
The
druggist
had
returned
indoors
,
and
leaned
dejected
and
melancholy
against
the
wall
near
the
doorway
,
unable
to
dance
,
his
evening
’
s
enjoyment
spoiled
.
The
gayly
apparelled
clerk
from
Bonneville
had
just
involved
himself
in
a
deplorable
incident
.
In
a
search
for
his
handkerchief
,
which
he
had
lost
while
trying
to
find
his
programme
card
,
he
had
inadvertently
wandered
into
the
feed
room
,
set
apart
as
the
ladies
’
dressing
room
,
at
the
moment
when
Mrs
.
Hooven
,
having
removed
the
waist
of
Minna
’
s
dress
,
was
relacing
her
corsets
.
There
was
a
tremendous
scene
.
The
clerk
was
ejected
forcibly
,
Mrs
.
Hooven
filling
all
the
neighbourhood
with
shrill
expostulation
.
A
young
man
,
Minna
’
s
“
partner
,
”
who
stood
near
the
feed
room
door
,
waiting
for
her
to
come
out
,
had
invited
the
clerk
,
with
elaborate
sarcasm
,
to
step
outside
for
a
moment
;
and
the
clerk
,
breathless
,
stupefied
,
hustled
from
hand
to
hand
,
remained
petrified
,
with
staring
eyes
,
turning
about
and
about
,
looking
wildly
from
face
to
face
,
speechless
,
witless
,
wondering
what
had
happened
.
But
the
square
dance
was
over
.
The
City
Band
was
just
beginning
to
play
a
waltz
.
Annixter
assuring
himself
that
everything
was
going
all
right
,
was
picking
his
way
across
the
floor
,
when
he
came
upon
Hilma
Tree
quite
alone
,
and
looking
anxiously
among
the
crowd
of
dancers
.
“
Having
a
good
time
,
Miss
Hilma
?
”
he
demanded
,
pausing
for
a
moment
.
“
Oh
,
am
I
,
JUST
!
”
she
exclaimed
.
“
The
best
time
—
but
I
don
’
t
know
what
has
become
of
my
partner
.
See
!
I
’
m
left
all
alone
—
the
only
time
this
whole
evening
,
”
she
added
proudly
.
“
Have
you
seen
him
—
my
partner
,
sir
?
I
forget
his
name
.
I
only
met
him
this
evening
,
and
I
’
ve
met
SO
many
I
can
’
t
begin
to
remember
half
of
them
.
