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"
Dagny
,
"
she
asked
once
,
"
don
’
t
you
ever
want
to
have
a
good
time
?
"
Dagny
looked
at
her
incredulously
and
answered
,
"
What
do
you
think
I
’
m
having
?
"
The
decision
to
give
her
daughter
a
formal
debut
cost
Mrs
.
Taggart
a
great
deal
of
anxious
thought
.
She
did
not
know
whether
she
was
introducing
to
New
York
society
Miss
Dagny
Taggart
of
the
Social
Register
or
the
night
operator
of
Rockdale
Station
;
she
was
inclined
to
believe
it
was
more
truly
this
last
;
and
she
felt
certain
that
Dagny
would
reject
the
idea
of
such
an
occasion
.
She
was
astonished
when
Dagny
accepted
it
with
inexplicable
eagerness
,
for
once
like
a
child
.
She
was
astonished
again
,
when
she
saw
Dagny
dressed
for
the
party
.
It
was
the
first
feminine
dress
she
had
ever
worn
—
a
gown
of
white
chiffon
with
a
huge
skirt
that
floated
like
a
cloud
.
Mrs
.
Taggart
had
expected
her
to
look
like
a
preposterous
contrast
.
Dagny
looked
like
a
beauty
.
She
seemed
both
older
and
more
radiantly
innocent
than
usual
;
standing
in
front
of
a
mirror
,
she
held
her
head
as
Nat
Taggart
’
s
wife
would
have
held
it
.
"
Dagny
,
"
Mrs
.
Taggart
said
gently
,
reproachfully
,
"
do
you
see
how
beautiful
you
can
be
when
you
want
to
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Dagny
,
without
any
astonishment
.
The
ballroom
of
the
Wayne
-
Falkland
Hotel
had
been
decorated
under
Mrs
.
Taggart
’
s
direction
;
she
had
an
artist
’
s
taste
,
and
the
setting
of
that
evening
was
her
masterpiece
.
"
Dagny
,
there
are
things
I
would
like
you
to
learn
to
notice
,
"
she
said
,
"
lights
,
colors
,
flowers
,
music
.
They
are
not
as
negligible
as
you
might
think
.
"
"
I
’
ve
never
thought
they
’
re
negligible
,
"
Dagny
answered
happily
.
For
once
,
Mrs
.
Taggart
felt
a
bond
between
them
;
Dagny
was
looking
at
her
with
a
child
’
s
grateful
trust
.
"
They
’
re
the
things
that
make
life
beautiful
,
"
said
Mrs
.
Taggart
.
"
I
want
this
evening
to
be
very
beautiful
for
you
,
Dagny
.
The
first
ball
is
the
most
romantic
event
of
one
’
s
life
.
"
To
Mrs
.
Taggart
,
the
greatest
surprise
was
the
moment
when
she
saw
Dagny
standing
under
the
lights
,
looking
at
the
ballroom
.
This
was
not
a
child
,
not
a
girl
,
but
a
woman
of
such
confident
,
dangerous
power
that
Mrs
.
Taggart
stared
at
her
with
shocked
admiration
.
In
an
age
of
casual
,
cynical
,
indifferent
routine
,
among
people
who
held
themselves
as
if
they
were
not
flesh
,
but
meat
—
Dagny
’
s
bearing
seemed
almost
indecent
,
because
this
was
the
way
a
woman
would
have
faced
a
ballroom
centuries
ago
,
when
the
act
of
displaying
one
’
s
half
-
naked
body
for
the
admiration
of
men
was
an
act
of
daring
,
when
it
had
meaning
,
and
but
one
meaning
,
acknowledged
by
all
as
a
high
adventure
.
And
this
—
thought
Mrs
.
Taggart
,
smiling
—
was
the
girl
she
had
believed
to
be
devoid
of
sexual
capacity
.
She
felt
an
immense
relief
,
and
a
touch
of
amusement
at
the
thought
that
a
discovery
of
this
kind
should
make
her
feel
relieved
.
The
relief
lasted
only
for
a
few
hours
.
At
the
end
of
the
evening
,
she
saw
Dagny
in
a
comer
of
the
ballroom
,
sitting
on
a
balustrade
as
if
it
were
a
fence
rail
,
her
legs
dangling
under
the
chiffon
skirt
as
if
she
were
dressed
in
slacks
.
She
was
talking
to
a
couple
of
helpless
young
men
,
her
face
contemptuously
empty
.
Neither
Dagny
nor
Mrs
.
Taggart
said
a
word
when
they
rode
home
together
.
But
hours
later
,
on
a
sudden
impulse
,
Mrs
.
Taggart
went
to
her
daughter
’
s
room
.
Dagny
stood
by
the
window
,
still
wearing
the
white
evening
gown
;
it
looked
like
a
cloud
supporting
a
body
that
now
seemed
too
thin
for
it
,
a
small
body
with
sagging
shoulders
.
Beyond
the
window
,
the
clouds
were
gray
in
the
first
light
of
morning
.
