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238 MEMORIES OF A SCULPTOR’S WIFE
stairs into the lobby where some of us had assembled,
sought me out, and asked me to explain to you that at the
last moment she was obliged to give up the'pleasure of
coming, that K-did not feel at all well and she must not
leave him: to tell you how sorry they both were.’
This, of course, was supposed to be final. But at about
a quarter to eleven, some one grabbed my arm, and
said, ‘Look! Look!’ And there in the doorway stood
Madame K-and by her side the young man who had
accompanied her the day before. Naturally I went and
spoke to her and introduced some young men, with whom
she danced several times. The young men, I afterwards
found out, were most enthusiastic about her looks and
manners.
To me, she was always distinguished-looking — hand-
some features, her head erect, great animation, soft brown
hair, drawn back and twisted loosely. Her clothes were
hardly as striking as the clothes of American women, but
there was a natural distinction and breeding about her
looks that was unusual. Some people were most bitter
towards the Austrians, and thought there was something
sinister about her face. Perhaps there was. It was, at any
rate, more interesting to think so.
At supper-time she came up to me, quickly, almost hur-
riedly, and explained that she had only come for a few
minutes, that the Baron was far from well, that she had
just run away from him long enough to pay her respects;
and she and her escort were gone almost before I had time
to express my regrets.
It was, altogether, an amusing little episode to us, living,
as we did, away from diplomatic complications.
The two young men, the secretaries of the Embassy, did
stairs into the lobby where some of us had assembled,
sought me out, and asked me to explain to you that at the
last moment she was obliged to give up the'pleasure of
coming, that K-did not feel at all well and she must not
leave him: to tell you how sorry they both were.’
This, of course, was supposed to be final. But at about
a quarter to eleven, some one grabbed my arm, and
said, ‘Look! Look!’ And there in the doorway stood
Madame K-and by her side the young man who had
accompanied her the day before. Naturally I went and
spoke to her and introduced some young men, with whom
she danced several times. The young men, I afterwards
found out, were most enthusiastic about her looks and
manners.
To me, she was always distinguished-looking — hand-
some features, her head erect, great animation, soft brown
hair, drawn back and twisted loosely. Her clothes were
hardly as striking as the clothes of American women, but
there was a natural distinction and breeding about her
looks that was unusual. Some people were most bitter
towards the Austrians, and thought there was something
sinister about her face. Perhaps there was. It was, at any
rate, more interesting to think so.
At supper-time she came up to me, quickly, almost hur-
riedly, and explained that she had only come for a few
minutes, that the Baron was far from well, that she had
just run away from him long enough to pay her respects;
and she and her escort were gone almost before I had time
to express my regrets.
It was, altogether, an amusing little episode to us, living,
as we did, away from diplomatic complications.
The two young men, the secretaries of the Embassy, did