II.
Val wore full evening dress to the great debutante balls and danced a stately, sweeping Wiener Walzer to the sad and hopeful minors of “So Blue.” He was an impressive figure; to imported servants who recognized his lordly manners the size of his tips did not matter. Sometimes he was able to forget that he really wasn’t anybody at all.
At Miss Nancy Lamb’s debutante dance he stood in the stag line like a very pillar of the social structure. He was only twenty-two, but for three years he had attended such functions, and viewing this newest bevy of girls, he felt rather as if he himself were bringing them out.
Cutting in on one of the newest and prettiest, he was struck by a curious expression that passed over her face. As they moved off together her body seemed to follow him with such
