My best thanks, my very dear lady." He bowed, and with his half-humorous, half-melancholy smile, left her.
The first face he recognized was a pretty one.

Miss Maggie Delafield was just turning away from a partner who was taking his conge, when she looked across the room and saw Steinmetz.

He had only met her once, barely exchanging six words with her, and her frank, friendly bow was rather a surprise to him.

She came toward him, holding out her hand with an open friendliness which this young lady was in the habit of bestowing upon men and women impartially--upon persons of either sex who happened to meet with her approval.

She did not know what made her incline to like this man, neither did she seek to know.