She glanced down the long studio, ending in its fine window overlooking the park.

Some of the most distinguished men in Paris were there, and the immediate stir of admiration that her entrance had created was unmistakable.

Even the women turned pleased glances at her; as if willing to recognize in her their representative.

A sense of power came to her that made her feel kind to all the world.
There was no need for her to be clever: to make any effort to attract.
Her presence, her sympathy, her approval seemed to be all that was needed of her.

She had the consciousness that by the mere exercise of her will she could sway the thoughts and actions of these men: that sovereignty had been given to her.