"My God!" she said.

She stood, with her hands caught at her throat, staring at me.

I laughed and held out a hand.
"Madam Baroness," I said, "how glad I am! Come, has not fate been kind to us again ?" I pushed shut the door behind me.

Still without a word, she stepped deeper into the room and stood looking at me, her hands clasped now loosely and awkwardly, as though she were a country girl surprised, and not the Baroness Helena von Ritz, toast or talk of more than one capital of the world.
Yet she was the same.

She seemed slightly thinner now, yet not less beautiful.