me
transported her to an enchanted world which she had never entered before.
She could not control her delight in it. Everything surprised her,
everything delighted her, everything amused her--she was the very soul of
girlish joy. The dark-brown spot on her eye shone out with a coquettish
light never seen in it until now, and the warble in her voice was like
the music of a happy bird. Her high spirits were infectious--her
lighthearted gaiety communicated itself to everybody. The men who might
not dance with her were smiling at the mere sight of the sunshine in her
face, and it was even whispered about that the President of the College
of Surgeons, who opened the ball, had said that her proper place was not
there--a girl like that young Irish nurse would do honour to a higher
assembly.

In that enchanted world of music and light and bright and happy faces
Glory lost all sense of time; but two hours had passed when Polly Love,
whose eyes had turned again and again to the door, tugged at her sleeve
and whispered: "They've come at last! There they are--there--directly
opposite to us. Keep your next dance, dear. They'll come across
presently."

Glory looked where Polly had directed, and, seeing again the face she had
seen in the window of the Foreign Office, something remote and elusive
once more stirred in her memory. But it was gone in a moment, and she was
back in that world of wonders, when a voice which she knew and yet did
not know, like a voice that called to her as she was awakening out of a
sleep, said:

"Glory, don't you remember me? Have you forgotten me, Glory?"

It was her friend of the catechism class--her companion of the adventure
in the boat. Their hands met in a long hand-clasp with the gallop of
feeling that is too swift for thought.

"Ah, I thought you would recognise me! How delightful!" said Drake.

"And you knew me again?" said Glory.

"Instantly--at first sight almost."

"Really! It's strange, though. Such a long, long time--ten years at
least! I must have changed since then."

"You have," said Drake; "you've changed very much."

"Indeed now! Am I really so much changed for all? I've grown older, of
course."

"Oh, terribly older," said Drake.

"How wrong of me! But you have changed a good deal, too. You were only a
boy in jackets then."

"And you were only a girl in short frocks."

They both laughed, and then Drake said, "I'm so glad we've changed
together!"

"Are you?" said Glory