While the presentation was going on, a young lady appeared in the door. She saw the crowd, and held back, not presenting herself. She was none other, in fact, than Molly. Strange that a little difference in dress and in associates should make so great a difference in a girl. Molly was but the daughter of a tenth-rate player, yet she was wholly different from the other girls in the room. She belonged to another species of humanity. It could not be altogether dress which caused this difference. She looked on puzzled at first, then she understood the situation, and she smiled, keeping in the background, waiting the event. When they were all presented, Mrs. Haveril turned to her husband. "John," she said, "these are my cousins. Will you speak to them, and tell them that we are pleased to see them here?" John Haveril possessed three manners or aspects. The first was the latest. It was the air and carriage and voice of one who is in authority, and willing to exercise it, and ready to receive recognition. A recently created peer might possess this manner. The second was the air and carriage and voice of one who is exercising his trade. You may observe this manner on any afternoon near Capel Court. The third manner was quite different. It was his earliest and youngest manner. In this he seemed to lose interest in what went on, his eyes went out into space, he was for the time lost to the place and people about him. On this occasion John Haveril began with the first manner--that of authority. "Cousins," he said, "you are welcome. I take it you are all cousins, else you wouldn't have called. You don't look like interviewers. My wife is pleased to see you again, after all these years--five and twenty, I take it." There was a general murmur. "Very well, then. Waiter, bring champagne--right away--and for the whole party. You saw, ladies and gentlemen, a paragraph in the papers about Mr. and Mrs. John Haveril. Yes, and you have come in consequence of that notice. Very well." "That's true," cried Cousin Charles, unable to resist the expression of his admiration. "To think that we should stand in the presence of millions!" "And so you've come, all of you," said John of the thirteen millions, "to see your cousin again. Out of love and affection?" "Some of us," said Cousin Charles. "I fear that others," he cast one eye on the bankrupt and one on the pew-opener, "have come to see what they can get. Humanity is mixed, Mr. Haveril. You must have learned that already. Mixed." "Thank ye, sir. I have learned that lesson." "To see our cousin Alice once more, to desire, Mr. Haveril, to see you--to gaze upon you--is with some of us, laudable, sir--laudable." "Quite so, sir. Highly laudable." "As for me," said the bankrupt, abashed, "I did hope to find Cousin Alice alone."