"I won't think any more about it, mother," said Luke.
"I've got a new necktie, at any rate, and I will make that do."
Just then there was a knock at the door, and Linton entered.
"I thought I would come round and go to the party with you,
Luke," he said.
Linton was handsomely dressed, though he had not bought
a suit expressly, like Randolph. He didn't appear to notice Luke's
scant suit. Even if he had, he would have been too much of a
gentleman to refer to it.
"I think we shall have a good time," he said. "We always
do at Mrs. Grant's. Florence is a nice girl, and they know how
to make it pleasant. I suppose we shall have dancing."
"I don't know how to dance," said Luke, regretfully. "I should
like to have taken lessons last winter when Professor Bent
had a class, but I couldn't afford it."
"You have seen dancing?"
"Oh, yes."
"It doesn't take much knowledge to dance a quadrille,
particularly if you get on a side set. Come, we have an
hour before it is time to go. Suppose I give you a lesson?"
"Do you think I could learn enough in that time to venture?"
"Yes, I do. If you make an occasional mistake it won't matter.
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