As Thorpe was presented to Nina Randolph he forgot that he was a student of heredity. He had never seen so radiant and triumphant a being. She seemed to him, in that first moment, to symbolize the hope and joy and individualism of the New World. Small, like her father, she was perfectly modelled, from her round pulsing throat to the tips of her tiny feet: ignoring the fashion, her yellow gown fitted her figure instead of a hoop-skirt. Her black hair was coiled low on her head, but, although unconfined in a net, did not, like Miss Hathaway's "waterfall," suggest having been arranged in the dark. Her black eyes, well set and wide apart, sparkled with mirth. The head was thrown back, the chin uplifted, the large sweet human mouth, parted, showed small even teeth. The eyebrows were heavy, the nose straight and tilted, the complexion ivory-white, luminous, and sufficiently coloured. As she saw Hastings, she rose at once and motioned her group aside. "Whatever made you so late?" she exclaimed. "And this is Mr. Thorpe? I am so relieved that you have not been garotted, or blown into the bay. Captain Hastings is always the first to arrive and the last to leave--I was sure something had happened." "You look remarkably worried," murmured Hastings. "I cannot depress my other guests. They also have their rights." She gave Thorpe a gracious smile. "I have saved the fifth dance from this for you, and you are also to take me in to supper. Now I must go. _Hasta luego!_ Captain Hastings, as it's all your fault, I shall not give you a dance till after supper." She spun down the room in the clasp of an army officer little taller than herself. Thorpe's eyes followed the fluent pair darting through the mob of dancers with the skill and energy of that time. Miss Randolph's eyes glittered, her little feet twinkled. She looked the integer of happy youth; and Thorpe turned away with a sigh, feeling old for the moment under the pressure of his large experience of the great world beyond California. He became aware that Hastings was introducing him to several men, and a moment later was guided to the library to have a drink. When he returned, it was time to claim Miss Randolph. "Do you care to dance?" he asked as he plied her fan awkwardly. "I am rather rusty. To tell the truth, it's eight years since I last danced, and I never was very keen on it. I should say that I've been travelling a lot, and when I'm home I go in for sport rather more than for the social taxes." "What a relief to find a man who doesn't dance! Let us go into the conservatory. Have you been much in America? How is it that you and Captain Hastings are such great friends?" "He came over when a lad to visit some English relatives whose place adjoins ours, and we hit it off. Since then I have visited him in Louisiana, and we have travelled in Europe together." "I suppose he amuses you--you are certainly unlike enough." "Not in the least--he's the prince of good fellows. What a jolly place!"