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The
company
assembled
in
the
long
salle
a
manger
,
that
evening
,
was
such
as
one
sees
nowhere
but
on
the
Continent
.
The
hospitable
Americans
had
invited
every
acquaintance
they
had
in
Nice
,
and
having
no
prejudice
against
titles
,
secured
a
few
to
add
luster
to
their
Christmas
ball
.
A
Russian
prince
condescended
to
sit
in
a
corner
for
an
hour
and
talk
with
a
massive
lady
,
dressed
like
Hamlet
’
s
mother
in
black
velvet
with
a
pearl
bridle
under
her
chin
.
A
Polish
count
,
aged
eighteen
,
devoted
himself
to
the
ladies
,
who
pronounced
him
,
‘
a
fascinating
dear
’
,
and
a
German
Serene
Something
,
having
come
to
supper
alone
,
roamed
vaguely
about
,
seeking
what
he
might
devour
.
Baron
Rothschild
’
s
private
secretary
,
a
large
-
nosed
Jew
in
tight
boots
,
affably
beamed
upon
the
world
,
as
if
his
master
’
s
name
crowned
him
with
a
golden
halo
.
A
stout
Frenchman
,
who
knew
the
Emperor
,
came
to
indulge
his
mania
for
dancing
,
and
Lady
de
Jones
,
a
British
matron
,
adorned
the
scene
with
her
little
family
of
eight
.
Of
course
,
there
were
many
light
-
footed
,
shrill
-
voiced
American
girls
,
handsome
,
lifeless
-
looking
English
ditto
,
and
a
few
plain
but
piquante
French
demoiselles
,
likewise
the
usual
set
of
traveling
young
gentlemen
who
disported
themselves
gaily
,
while
mammas
of
all
nations
lined
the
walls
and
smiled
upon
them
benignly
when
they
danced
with
their
daughters
.
Any
young
girl
can
imagine
Amy
’
s
state
of
mind
when
she
‘
took
the
stage
’
that
night
,
leaning
on
Laurie
’
s
arm
.
She
knew
she
looked
well
,
she
loved
to
dance
,
she
felt
that
her
foot
was
on
her
native
heath
in
a
ballroom
,
and
enjoyed
the
delightful
sense
of
power
which
comes
when
young
girls
first
discover
the
new
and
lovely
kingdom
they
are
born
to
rule
by
virtue
of
beauty
,
youth
,
and
womanhood
.
She
did
pity
the
Davis
girls
,
who
were
awkward
,
plain
,
and
destitute
of
escort
,
except
a
grim
papa
and
three
grimmer
maiden
aunts
,
and
she
bowed
to
them
in
her
friendliest
manner
as
she
passed
,
which
was
good
of
her
,
as
it
permitted
them
to
see
her
dress
,
and
burn
with
curiosity
to
know
who
her
distinguished
-
looking
friend
might
be
.
With
the
first
burst
of
the
band
,
Amy
’
s
color
rose
,
her
eyes
began
to
sparkle
,
and
her
feet
to
tap
the
floor
impatiently
,
for
she
danced
well
and
wanted
Laurie
to
know
it
.
Therefore
the
shock
she
received
can
better
be
imagined
than
described
,
when
he
said
in
a
perfectly
tranquil
tone
,
"
Do
you
care
to
dance
?
"
"
One
usually
does
at
a
ball
.
"
Her
amazed
look
and
quick
answer
caused
Laurie
to
repair
his
error
as
fast
as
possible
.
"
I
meant
the
first
dance
.
May
I
have
the
honor
?
"
"
I
can
give
you
one
if
I
put
off
the
Count
.
He
dances
devinely
,
but
he
will
excuse
me
,
as
you
are
an
old
friend
,
"
said
Amy
,
hoping
that
the
name
would
have
a
good
effect
,
and
show
Laurie
that
she
was
not
to
be
trifled
with
.
"
Nice
little
boy
,
but
rather
a
short
Pole
to
support
.
.
.
