He had one full look at her.

She was leaning to them all, her arms full of flowers, and she seemed the radiant centre of all the light and gaiety of the place.

Even Meredith stopped short and exclaimed upon her; for one never got used to her; and he remembered that whenever he saw her after absence the sense of her beauty rushed over him anew.
And he believed the feeling on this occasion was keener than ever before, for she was prettier than he had ever seen her.
"No wonder!" he cried; but Harkless did not understand.

As they pressed forward, Meredith perceived that they were only two more radii of a circle of youths, sprung from every direction as the waltz ended, bearing down upon the common focus to secure the next dance.

Harkless saw nothing but that she stood there before him.