They were waving their hands aloft at her, while a bedlam of voices sent up applause which went through her blood like strong wine.

She smiled radiantly, and a sweet flush glowed in her cheeks.
No one of all that wild crowd could ever forget the picture sketched so boldly at that moment when, after planting the staff, Alice stepped back a space and stood strong and beautiful against the soft blue sky.
She glanced down first, then looked up, her arms folded across her bosom.

It was a pose as unconsciously taken as that of a bird, and the grace of it went straight to the hearts of those below.
She turned about to descend, and for the first time saw that Rene had followed her.

His face was beaming.
"What a girl you are!" he exclaimed, in a tone of exultant admiration.
"Never was there another like you!" Alice walked quickly past him without speaking; for down in the space where some women were huddled aside from the crowd, looking on, she had seen little Adrienne Bourcier.

She made haste to descend.