Old acquaintances had been renewed, and new ones made.

Mademoiselle from Vienna was surrounded by a little circle of admirers.

Still she held in her right hand a crumpled up little ball of lace.
Men passing down the room tried to attract the attention of the beautiful young English demoiselle who looked out upon the little scene so indifferently as regarded individuals, and yet with such eager interest as a whole.

No one was bold enough, however, to make a second effort.

Necessity at times gives birth to a swift capacity.