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When she had first arrived, Errington, in receiving her, had
seriously apologized for not having some lady to meet her, but she
seemed not to understand his meaning. Her naive smile and frankly
uplifted eyes put all his suddenly conceived notions of social stiffness
to flight.
"Why should a lady come?" she asked sweetly. "It is not necessary? . . ."
"Of course it isn't!" said Lorimer promptly and delightedly. "I am sure
we shall be able to amuse you, Miss Gueldmar."
"Oh,--for that!" she replied, with a little shrug that had something
French about it, "I amuse myself always! I am amused now,--you must not
trouble yourselves!"
As she was introduced to Duprez and Macfarlane, she gave them each a
quaint, sweeping curtsy, which had the effect of making them feel the
most ungainly lumbersome fellows on the face of the earth. Macfarlane
grew secretly enraged at the length of his legs,--while Pierre Duprez,
though his bow was entirely Parisian, decided in his own mind that it
was jerky, and not good style.


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