APOLLO The _salon_ was a blaze of lights and many shifting colours.

The fantastic crowd that trooped thither from the _salle-a-manger_ was like a host of tropical flowers.

The talking and laughter nearly drowned the efforts of the string band in the far corner.
Scott in ordinary evening-dress stood near the door talking to an immense Roman Emperor, looking by contrast even smaller and more insignificant than usual.

Yet a closer observation would have shown that the same instinctive dignity of bearing characterized them both.

Utterly unlike though they were, yet in this respect it was not difficult to trace their brotherhood.