The arrival of the
after-the-theater crowd awoke her from her abstraction, and she
accepted Clymer's invitation to dance with alacrity. When they
returned to the table she discovered that Margaret Brewster and
her father had also joined the dancers.
Barbara watched them while keeping up a disjointed conversation
with Clymer, whose absentminded remarks finally drew Barbara's
attention, and she wondered what had come over the generally
entertaining banker. It was on the tip of her tongue to ask him the
reason for his distrait manner when her thoughts were diverted by
his next remark.
"Your father and Mrs. Brewster make a fine couple," he said.
"Colonel McIntyre is the most distinguished looking man in the caf
and Mrs. Brewster is a regular beauty."
Instead of replying Barbara turned in her seat and scanned her
father as he and Mrs. Brewster passed them in the dance. Colonel
McIntyre did not look his age of forty-seven years. His hair,
prematurely gray, had a most attractive wave to it, and his erect
and finely proportioned figure showed to advantage in his well-cut
dress suit.
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