The rooms were excessively crowded, and the atmosphere was heated with
the numerous lights, and heavy with the odors of flowers and perfumes.
Regardless of all this, some determined dancers were dashing along
wildly, and whirling couples carromed like billiard-balls. Mark,
inclined to muse, indulged in mental criticism of the company. What
struck him most was not the weary, solemn mien of the elder guests, nor
the absence of frank joyousness in the young men, but the supercilious
nonchalance and worldly-wise air of the young ladies. Here and there was
a modest flower, but many wore expressions of bold self-possession, that
seemed to his untutored eyes to border on effrontery. Perhaps a harsh
judgment on the part of our captious colonel, but it must be remembered
that he was still but a child of nature, living in the ideal. His poetic
temperament led him to indulge in such exalted fancies of the
excellences of the gentler sex, that when taken from his dreams and
placed face to face with the sophisticated belles of two seasons, he was
naturally discountenanced. To one living outside the pale of fashionable
society, its artificiality is painfully apparent. Presently the
colonel's soldierly eye was attracted by the erect figure of a young
lady, whose back was towards him. Her shoulders and neck were moulded
with such perfect grace, that he was desirous to see her face, and
changing his position to do so, he beheld a radiant beauty, that
recalled a Louis Quatorze marchioness. Powdered hair and a patch
enhanced the fairness of her complexion, while bistred lashes gave an
unnatural brilliancy to her eyes. Her slender throat was encircled by a
diamond necklace, whose pendent cross flashed from a breast of snow,
that brought the lines on Pope's Belinda to mind. She was toying with a
fan, and chatting with a group of gentlemen who were evidently admiring
her, and her beautiful simpering countenance betrayed gratified vanity.
Mark scrutinized her closely. Recollections of familiar features arose,
and the truth flashed to him that this young person was Edna.
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