CHAPTER VII
AT THE BALL
The ball that night was a very brilliant affair, and
when I arrived the rooms were already somewhat
crowded. I found Spernow waiting for me near the
entrance.
"You are a little late, Count; we began to fear that perhaps you were not coming. Mademoiselle Broumoff is anxious for me to present you at once. Will you come with me?"
As we threaded our way through the throng, he told me the names of many of those present, but I was looking everywhere for the Princess, and felt disappointed at not seeing her.
Mademoiselle Broumoff was sitting alone in a corner at the far end, and I saw her eyes light up as she caught sight of us. She was not pretty, but her face was bright and clever, with an ever-changing play of expression that made it very attractive; while a pair of deeply set thoughtful eyes spoke of great intelligence.
As soon as I had been presented, she made a place for me at her side and sent Spernow away with a reminder that he had a number of duty dances with important partners.
"You have kept him from them so long, Count, that he will have a busy time," she said with a smile.
"I have kept him? I have but this minute arrived."
