A smile played at his lips, and his eyes had a gleam of raillery.

He heard the girl say in a soft, quaint voice, just as she turned towards him, "Foolish boy!" By this he knew that the pretty picture had for its inspiration one of his own sex.
She faced him, and gave a little cry of surprise.

Then their eyes met.
Immediately he made the most elaborate bow of all his life, and she swept a graceful courtesy.

Her face was slightly flushed that this stranger should have seen, but he carried such an open, cordial look that she paused, instead of hurrying into the governor's room, as she had seemed inclined to do.
In the act the string of her hat, slung over her arm, came loose, and the hat fell to the floor.

Instantly he picked it up and returned it.
Neither had spoken a word.