“I should like very much to come and see her,” said Pandora. “Do come round. Couldn’t you come some night?” the great man responded. “Well, I’ll come some time. And I shall remind you of your promise.” “All right. There’s nothing like keeping it up. Well,” said the President, “I must bid good-bye to these bright folks.” Vogelstein heard him rise from the sofa with his companion; after which he gave the pair time to pass out of the room before him. They did it with a certain impressive deliberation, people making way for the ruler of fifty millions and looking with a certain curiosity at the striking pink person at his side. When a little later he 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 should speak to her at all he would somehow wish it to be in more privacy. 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’d tell me something more about that girl—that one opposite and in pink.” “The lovely Day—that’s what they call her, I believe? I wanted you to talk with her.” “I find she is the one I’ve met. But she seems to be so different here. I can’t make it out,” said Count Otto. There was something in his expression that again moved Mrs. Bonnycastle to mirth. “How we do puzzle you Europeans! You look quite bewildered.” “I’m sorry I look so—I try to hide it. But of course we’re very simple. Let me ask then a simple earnest childlike question. Are her parents also in society?” “Parents in society? D’où tombez-vous? Did you ever hear of the parents of a triumphant girl in rose-colour, with a nose all her own, in society?” “Is she then all alone?” he went on with a strain of melancholy in his voice. Mrs. Bonnycastle launched at him all her laughter. “You’re too pathetic. Don’t you know what she is? I supposed of course you knew.” “It’s exactly what I’m asking you.” “Why she’s the new type. It has only come up lately. They have had articles about it in the papers. That’s the reason I told Mrs. Steuben to bring her.” “The new type? _What_ new type, Mrs. Bonnycastle?” he returned pleadingly—so conscious was he that all types in America were new.