At the door of the train he stopped short to make way for a lady who was getting out. With the insight of a man of the world, from one glance at this lady's appearance he classified her as belonging to the best society.

He begged pardon, and was getting into the train, but he felt he must glance at her once more.... not that she was very beautiful , not on account of the elegance and modest grace which were apparent in her whole figure, but because the expression of her charming face, as she passed close by him, there was something peculiarly caressing and soft.

As he looked round, she too turned her head. Her shining grey eyes, that looked dark from the thick lashes, rested with friendly attention on his face, as though she were recognizing him, and then promptly turned away to the passing crowd as though seeking some one.

In that brief look he had time to notice the suppressed eagerness which played over her face, and flitted between the brilliant eyes and the faint smile that curved her red lips. It was as though her nature were so brimming over with something that against her will it showed itself now in the flash of her eyes, and now in her smile. Deliberately she shrouded the light in her eyes, but it shown against her will in the faintly perceptible smile.