The scarlet-coated band were smoking cigarettes, and had not yet produced their instruments.

The conductor curled his black moustache and stared hard at the beautiful young English lady, without, however, being able to attract a single glance in return.

One or two men also tried to convey to her by smiles and glances the fact that her solitude need continue no longer than she chose.

The unattached ladies put their heads together and discussed her with little peals of laughter.

To all of these things she remained indifferent.