of those trance-like states common to her, when every trace of earthly passion vanished and her countenance was so radiant and serene with an inspiration, not of this world, that she reminded one of some saintly picture, rather than the impulsive girl of yesterday.
She met with the desired interview on the evening of the party. Standing among the "Literatii" who gathered around the Professor as the honored guest of the evening, she sustained her part in conversation with an ability equal to any one of them; and even Ernest was surprised at the extent of her knowledge. Never was he more proud of her than at that moment. All the genius of her soul was kindled which glowed with a wealth and splendor far surpassing the rich profusion of satins and laces that graced the outward form.
