The Baroness also thought it splendid; and she was perhaps the more easily pleased from the fact that while she stood there she was conscious of much admiring observation on the part of various nice-looking people who passed that way, and to whom a distinguished, strikingly-dressed woman with a foreign air, exclaiming upon the beauties of nature on a Boston street corner in the French tongue, could not be an object of indifference.

Eugenia's spirits rose.

She surrendered herself to a certain tranquil gayety.

If she had come to seek her fortune, it seemed to her that her fortune would be easy to find.

There was a promise of it in the gorgeous purity of the western sky; there was an intimation in the mild, unimpertinent gaze of the passers of a certain natural facility in things.
"You will not go back to Silberstadt, eh ?" asked Felix.
"Not to-morrow," said the Baroness.
"Nor write to the Reigning Prince ?" "I shall write to him that they evidently know nothing about him over here." "He will not believe you," said the young man.