Her smooth skin, brown with exposure to sun and air, glowed into a rich crimson when she found herself in the midst of so many strangers.

The slightly delicate semblance induced by the hardships and loss of rest which fell to her lot since the _Andromeda_ went to pieces on the Grand-pere rock in no wise detracted from her appearance.

She wore the elegant costume of a Maceio belle with ease and distinction.

If she was flurried by the undisguised murmur of admiration that greeted her, she did not show it beyond the first rush of color.
Dom Corria, dragging Schmidt with him, hurried to meet her.

Surprise at his gala attire helped to conquer her natural timidity, for the President was gorgeous in blue and gold.
"My good wishes are soon changed into congratulations, Senhor," she said.
"Ah, my dear young lady, I am overjoyed that you should be here to witness my success," he cried.