At that moment the lady's eyes fluttered open, she gazed with a dazed air on the curious faces that surrounded her, and murmured: "Where am I? What has happened?" There were not lacking a dozen voices to tell her everything, loud in praise of the lovely girl who had saved her life at the imminent risk of her own. "I--I did no more than my duty!" she sobbed, blushing crimson while they all gazed on her with the warmest admiration. There are so few who do their duty even in this cold, hard world, and one man exclaimed: "It was not your duty to risk your life so nearly. Why, the car fender brushed your skirt as you fell. It was an act of the purest heroism!" Mrs. Clarke pressed her hand to her brow bewilderingly, murmuring: "I remember it all now! I stepped thoughtlessly on the track, and when I saw the car rushing down on me, I was so dazed with fear and horror I could not move or speak! No, though my very life depended on it, I could not move or speak! I could only stand like a statue, a breathing statue of horror, facing death! My feet were glued to the rail, my eyes stared before me in mute despair! Horrible anticipations thronged my mind! Suddenly I was caught by frantic hands and dragged aside! I realized I was saved, and consciousness fled." At that moment the carriage driver, who had got down from his box and was waiting on the curb, advanced, and said anxiously: "Shall I take you back to the hotel, madam?" "Yes, yes." She glanced around at Liane, and put out a yearning hand. "Come with me, dear girl. I--I am too ill to go alone. Let me lean on your strength." Somehow Liane could not refuse the request. She felt a strange, sweet tenderness flooding her heart for the proud lady who, up to the present time, had used her so cruelly in unfair resentment. She sent a message explaining her absence across to the store, and led Mrs. Clarke's faltering steps to the carriage. "Oh, I dropped the box of gloves in my rush to drag you from the track! I must go back for them!" she cried, in dismay. "No, miss, here they are. An honest man picked them up and handed them up on the box this instant," said the driver, producing the gloves. "Oh, my dear girl, no need to think of gloves at a moment like this! How can I ever thank you and bless you enough for your noble heroism that saved my life!" cried Mrs. Clarke fervently. She gazed in gratitude and admiration at the exquisite face that owed none of its charm to extraneous adornment. The wealth of sun-flecked, chestnut locks rippled back in rich waves from the pure white brow, the great purplish-blue eyes, the exquisite features, the dainty coloring of the skin; above all, the expression of innocence and sweetness pervading all, thrilled Mrs. Clarke's heart with such keen pleasure that she quite forgot it was this radiant beauty that had rivaled Roma in the contest for the prize. She said to herself that here was the loveliest and the bravest girl in the whole world.