Something, I say, I do not know what, gave her greeting to me more warmth than was usual with her.

My own heart, eager enough to break bounds, answered in kind.

We stood--blushing like children as our hands touched--forgotten in that assemblage of Washington's pomp and circumstance.
"How do you do ?" was all I could find to say.

And "How do you do ?" was all I could catch for answer, although I saw, in a fleeting way, a glimpse of a dimple hid in Elisabeth's cheek.

She never showed it save when pleased.