At the first glance--and it was her first sight of the great world--she had seen that of all the men in the great hall, there was no one at all like him.

She had no sooner looked into his face and cast her eyes upon his slender figure, all in white then, as he was dressed to-night, than she began to compare him with the rest.

She looked so quickly from one to another that any one might have thought her to be anxiously searching for a friend in the crowd.

But she had none then, and she was but assuring herself once, and for all her life, that the man she was to love was immeasurably beyond all other men, though the others were the very flower of Spain's young chivalry.
Of course, as she told herself now, she had not loved him then, nor even when she heard his voice speaking to her the first time and was almost too happy to understand his words.

But she had remembered them.