All the most distinguished members of the party were around her.

The gaunt old countess sat drinking a cup of tea.

The baroness was there; and near her a tall, handsome man, whom Anton knew instinctively to be Lenore's father.

As he advanced to make his bow to the lady of the house, his glance took in the whole scene at once.

Years have passed since then; but still he knows the color of every dress, could count the flowers in the bouquet of the baroness, ay, and remembers the gilt pattern on the countess's tea-cup.