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Kenneth was just quietly smiling.

“Don’t you think so?” she said suddenly, turning to him innocent-eyed.

There was a stir near the door and Elaine led the way to dinner. Kenneth struggled to her side and whispered:

“You’re my dinner partner—Isabelle.”

Isabelle gasped—this was rather quick work. Of course it made it more interesting, but really she felt as if a good line had been taken from the star and given to a minor character. She musn’t lose the leadership a bit. The dinner table glittered with laughter at the confusion of getting places, and then curious eyes were turned on her, sitting near the head. She was enjoying this immensely, and Peter Carroll was so engrossed with the added sparkle of her rising color that he forgot to pull out Elaine’s chair and fell into a dim confusion. Kenneth was on the other side, full of confidence and vanity, looking at her most consciously. He started directly and so did Peter.

“I’ve heard a lot about you—”

“Wasn’t it funny this afternoon—”

Both stopped. Isabelle turned to Kenneth shyly. Her face was always enough answer for anyone, but she decided to speak.