THE REDEMPTION OF ANTHONY
"Yes," said Drake.
"She had twenty-two bouquets, and she chose to carry yours. It was sweet of you to send lilies of the valley, Tony, and so significant—the violets for me!"
"She is carrying my flowers," Drake repeated.
"We both are," she answered, pointing to her own corsage.
"I am very proud," he said.
"Mother, Mr. Schuyler thinks we'd better begin. Oh, how do you do, Mr. Drake? I'm so glad you came."
"Thank you," he said, looking at her intently.
"I'm frightened to death, mother. If it wasn't for Mr. Peter, I couldn't possibly do a thing."
"Priscilla, you're getting on," said her mother. "Go ahead, Peter. I'm dancing with Colonel Bracken—ah, here he is now. Sorry you don't dance, Tony. Go make yourself agreeable to some other old lady!"
The dance began, and Drake betook him-
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