Many
eyes turned toward her as she approached the head of the line. She
was unconscious of all, lazily, half-insolently observant, yet
wholly unconcerned. Some observers choked back a sudden
exclamation. A hush fell in the great room, then followed a low
buzzing of curious or interested, wise or ignorant human bees.
There were many in Washington social circles who knew by sight or
by reputation Josephine, Countess St. Auban, no longer than six
months ago pronounced by one journal of the capital to be the most
beautiful and the most dangerous woman in Washington. Yet even the
most hostile of these suddenly suspended judgment as they saw her
advance met now by that of the old Hungarian general himself. With
the enthusiasm of a boy he fell upon her, both his hands extended.
"Countess--my dear child--at last you are here!" he exclaimed.
Taking her by the hand he led her back to the line of his official
company, volleying rapid exclamations in his native tongue. Eager
groups fell into line near at hand, seeking to know what was toward.
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