curiosity at the striking pink person at his side. When, after a few moments, Vogelstein followed them across the hall, into one of the other rooms, he saw the host and hostess accompany the President to the door, and two foreign ministers and a judge of the Supreme Court address themselves to Pandora Day. He resisted the impulse to join this circle; if he spoke to her at all, he wished to speak to her alone. She continued, nevertheless, to occupy him, and when Mrs. Bonnycastle came back from the hall he immediately approached her with an appeal. "I wish you would tell me something more about that girl,—that one, opposite, in pink?"
"The lovely Day,—that is what they call her, I believe? I wanted you to talk with her."
"I find she is the one I have met. But she seems to be so different here. I can't make it out."
There was something in his expression which provoked Mrs. Bonnycastle to mirth. "How we do puzzle you Europeans! You look quite bewildered."
"I am sorry I look so,—I try to hide it. But, of course, we are very simple. Let me ask, then, a simple question. Are her parents also in society?"
"Parents in society? D'où tombez-vous? Did you ever hear of a girl—in rose-color—whose parents were in society?"
"Is she, then, all alone?" Count Vogelstein inquired, with a strain of melancholy in his voice.
Mrs. Bonnycastle stared at him a moment, with her laughter in her face. "You are too pathetic.
