Quickly the sixth sense of a strange agitation went through the house. I knew what they were all talking about, thinking about. Subtle waves of thought seemed to catch up each new comer so that she felt, without being told, that something extraordinary was happening. Women now approached not unprepared; but for all their bracing against the shock, not one could be quite nonchalant at the first sight of my superb, compelling beauty. My eyes flashed, my pulse rioted as I felt the vibrant excitement of the gathering, the tiptoe eagerness to reach our neighbourhood, the hush that fell upon the circle immediately around me, the reaction of overgay laugh and chatter in the far corners. Oh, it was lovely, lovely! No girl could have been quite unmoved to feel that all those soft lights were glowing in her honour, those masses of flowers blooming, all that warmth and perfume of elegance and luxury wafted as incense to her nostrils. And the undercurrent of suppressed excitement, the sensation of Her! At times I grew impatient of conventionality. How was it possible for these people to look so quietly, eye to eye, upon the most vitally perfect of living beings? How could they turn from me to orange frappé or salted almonds? Once or twice I caught some faint echo of the talk about us. "Where is she?" asked one voice, made by curiosity more penetrating than its owner realised. "Julia's seen her; she's talked and talked till I had to come." "And she's still studying?"--Another voice--"How can she? Great beauty and great scientist--bizarre combination!" How that would amuse Prof. Darmstetter! By and by I saw John towering above the others while he bobbed about helplessly in the sea of women's heads that filled the rooms and even rose upon the "bleachers," as he calls the stairs. There were not really so very many people, but he didn't know how to reach us, he is so awkward. When he had steered his course among the women and had spoken to my Aunt, his face was radiant as he turned to me. "I knew _you_ wouldn't fail us, Mr. Burke," Aunt said hurriedly. "Mrs. Marshall--so glad--this is--Nelly, dear--" Behind John was a lady waiting to meet me. "--So glad you've come," I said to him; and the words sounded curiously to me because in my excitement I also had spoken in my "company voice." But I had no time to say another word to him, as I turned to greet Mrs. Marshall. He mumbled something, flushing, while his eyes devoured my beauty in one dumb, worshipping look. Then he dropped quickly out of our group. I was sorry, but he'll understand that I was flurried. He ought to learn self-control, though; he shouldn't look at me before so many people with all his heart in his eyes.