In a quiet, British way Miss Delafield was a creature of impulse.

Her likes and dislikes were a matter of instinct, and, much as one respects the doctrine of charity, it is a question whether an instinctive dislike should be quashed by an exaggerated sense of neighborly duty.

Steinmetz she liked, and there was an end to it.
"I was afraid you did not recognize me," she said.
"My life has not so many pleasures that I can afford to forget one of them," replied Steinmetz, in his somewhat old-fashioned courtesy.

"But an old--buffer, shall I say ?--hardly expects to be taken much notice of by young ladies at a ball." "It is not ten minutes since Paul assured me that you were the best dancer that Vienna ever produced," said the girl, looking at him with bright, honest eyes.
Karl Steinmetz looked down at her, for he was a tall man when Paul Alexis was not near.

His quiet gray eyes were almost affectionate.