CHAPTER V.--OUR HERO IS FULFILLING HIS DESTINY.

In a few minutes after the foregoing conversation, the fair subject

of it returned to the ballroom somewhat flushed, thereby heightening

the effect of her charms, as Isaac acutely observed. She returned to

her original seat beside her aunt, and in lieu of conversation smiled

once or twice upon that lady. It was indeed of no use to talk, as Mr

Hoppe had remarked, and the usual medium of communication--a slate and

pencil--had been forgotten and left at home.

Isaac arose from his seat in order to obtain a better view of his

charmer; for as certain reptiles are said to be influenced by dulcet

sounds, so was that wily creature Isaac Webb under the spell of female

beauty. And not merely beauty. 'A nice little bit' from a mother, and

'considerable expectations' from an aunt, formed a most delightful

_tout ensemble_ and subject for reflection. So he stood and watched

her for a few minutes with his hands in his pockets, and nervously

balancing himself first on one leg and then on the other, until at

length he began to flutter himself, as it were, towards his siren;

just as a sombre moth beats about a strong light ere it offers itself

up, a willing victim, on the pyre of its own supineness. Besides,

Isaac was the more attracted towards her by reason of the furtive

glances which the young lady cast in his direction; for although

she was surrounded by a number of young men--other moths of varied

hue--still their attentions did not seem to satisfy her; and so it

happened that Isaac finally took unto himself what appeared to be (even

to his unsophisticated mind) a half-bashful, yet a wholly meaning

and appealing glance, and joined the circle of admiring swains. He

speedily, with Miss Angela's co-operation, found himself near her, and

when opportunity offered, volunteered to conduct her to the refreshment

buffet--an invitation that was promptly accepted; so he in triumph

led her off, to the no small surprise and vexation of his jealous

rivals. Arrived at the buffet, he handed, with the most feeble attempt

at graceful politeness, such comestibles and beverages as his fair

partner would partake of, with no further mishap than the breakage of

a wine-glass and the imperilling of a large glass epergne by collision

with his elbow, and the consequent vibration of the structure to its

very foundation. The light repast now under discussion brought to

his recollection the more important one of supper; and our hero, who

had become quite a gallant by this time, broached the subject to his

companion, assuring her with all the warmth of which he was capable

that 'he was certain he wouldn't be able to swallow a morsel unless she

was by him to give his food a relish,' and as he beautifully expressed

himself in metaphor, 'sharpen his appetite like a strop does a razor.'

How could any young lady take upon herself the responsibility of a

hungry gentleman's enforced fast? Angela felt that _she_ could not, so

promised to accompany Isaac to supper; reminding him, moreover, that he

must engage her for the dance immediately preceding that gastronomic

event. This her admirer pledged himself to do; swallowing with a gulp

the fears that would intrude themselves as to what the effect of the

dance would be upon his appetite. All he hoped was that it wouldn't

be a waltz, a polka, or a schottische; and in this frame of mind he

returned with his partner to the ballroom.

'I have been looking for you, Angela; will you sing a song?'

Isaac turned round, and recognised in the speaker the young man who

had been Angela's partner in her first dance that evening. He bowed

slightly to her companion as he paused for her reply.

'With the orchestral accompaniment?' she asked.

'Certainly, if you prefer it,' he answered; 'but a piano has been

brought in, and your voice may possibly feel more at home with that.'

'But I do not like to be the first to begin,' she urged diffidently.

'Oh, never mind about that; there is no one here can do it better,

I'll engage; and if it will add to your courage, I will play the

accompaniment, or turn over the leaves for you, whichever you like.'

'O no; you must accompany me. But it was the merest chance that I

brought any songs with me.' With that, she bowed to her late partner,

took the young gentleman's arm, and walked over to the piano.

In a few minutes her voice rose above the chat and murmur of the

ballroom, and the purity of its tone and the unaffected and pleasing

manner of the singer, enforced silence even among those who were not

music-lovers. Among these Isaac might certainly be included; for

beyond the performances on a harmonium in Dambourne End church on

Sundays and an occasional German band or barrel organ on week-days,

his opportunities of hearing music had been exceedingly limited. But

perhaps it was this very ignorance of the subject that caused him

now to drink in with the greatest delight--an almost exaggerated

delight--every note and every word that fell from the charming

songstress's lips. The composition itself was of no particular merit;

it was simply a melodious English ballad; but the voice and manner of

the singer, assisted by the tasteful execution of the accompaniment,

seemed to fascinate all present, and a unanimous burst of applause at

the conclusion testified to their appreciation of the performance.

And now dance and song followed each other in quick succession, and

Isaac was unable to get near Angela, or even to catch her eye, for she

had been so much sought after, and had joined in almost every dance.

She was indeed the belle of the evening; and many eyes other than those

of Isaac followed her as she threaded the intricacies of the Lancers or

Caledonians, or was whirled along by her partner in the giddy waltz or

polka.

As for Isaac, he had, to his great comfort, remained quite unnoticed,

except on one or two occasions, when his fascinated gaze had led him

from his vantage-ground against the wall, and he had found himself

among the dancers. On each of these occasions he had suffered much,

having been severely jostled by one couple, his favourite corns

trodden on by a second, and himself finally sent back with a bound to

his former position against the wall by a third. Nor did he obtain

sympathy from any of them--nothing but scowls.

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