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The Rowtons now entered on a very gay time. They accepted every invitation which came to them. No night passed which did not find them either dining out or attending large evening receptions. The ball at Pitstow turned out an immense success, and Nance was the acknowledged belle of the occasion. She wore one of her most beautiful Paris dresses, which gave her all that diaphanous and somewhat cloudy appearance which best set off the delicate style of her beauty. Nance wore diamonds on this occasion, and there were no jewels to match with hers amongst the giddy throng. By-and-by, the time drew on when Rowton and his wife were to give that house-warming which the master of Rowton Heights had spoken of on the day when he first took Nance over the house. The preparations for the ball were at their height, and the ball itself was to take place within a week's time, when, to Mrs. Ferguson's unbounded astonishment and annoyance, Jacob, the valuable new footman, begged for a holiday. He came to the housekeeper just when she was at her busiest, and made his request in that cool, quiet voice which always characterised him.
"I want to go up to London for a day and a night," he said.