A Hungarian orchestra, brought with these commissioners, discoursed its peculiar music beyond a screen of palms and flowers.

One of the great parlors had been prepared for those of the young who could not resist the temptation to dance.
At the head of the little line of these visitors, now themselves in effect hosts, stood the old Hungarian general, Zewlinski, an officer over six feet in height, with white hair and wide white mustaches, a distinguished figure in the brilliant Hungarian uniform.

Those of his staff near by added additional vividness to the picture.

The ladies of the party, half of whom spoke English, were costumed quite in keeping, and endeavored by the graciousness of their manner to add to the good impression already formed by their more brilliant companions.

Here and there the more sober uniform of an American army or navy officer might have been seen, brought thither on demand of his lady.