He was very silent. It seemed to her that there was something
strange about the immovability of his features. She looked at him
wonderingly. Then it suddenly flashed upon her that this was his
way of showing emotion. Her lips parted. The color seemed drawn
from her cheeks. The majordomo of the Duchess stood before them
with a bow.
"Her Grace desires me to show your Highness to your seats," he
announced.
Prince Maiyo turned to his companion.
"Will you allow me to precede you through the crush?" he said.
"We are to go this way."
CHAPTER XIII. EAST AND WEST
After the supper there were obligations which the Prince, whose
sense of etiquette was always strong, could not avoid. He took
Penelope back to her aunt, reminding her that the next dance but
one belonged to him. Miss Morse, who was an invalid and was
making one of her very rare appearances in Society, watched him
curiously as he disappeared.
"I wonder what they'd think of your new admirer in New York,
Penelope," she remarked.
"I imagine," Penelope answered, "that they would envy me very
much."
Miss Morse, who was a New Englander of the old-fashioned type,
opened her lips, but something in her niece's face restrained
her.
"Well, at any rate," she said, "I hope we don't go to war with
them. The Admiral wrote me, a few weeks ago, that he saw no hope
for anything else."
"It would be a terrible complication," the Duchess sighed,
"especially considering our own alliance with Japan.
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