CHAPTER XV.

"There, Bob--there was my bill of fare for the night"--throwing a glossy pink card across the table--"two lords, three baronets--at least, eldest sons of baronets--a colonel, a couple of majors, no end of smaller fry, captains, lieutenants, militia and regulars, for whom of course I hadn't dances, though they kept buzzing about me half the night, all the same." "Bravo, Polly--you have been going it, and no mistake! I thought you'd have been a wall-flower, knowing so few, being fresh 'on the flure,' and all that." P…