"Isn't she an American then?"

"Oh yes; she lives at Utica--in the interior."

"In the interior of Utica? You can't mean my young woman then, who
lives in New York, where she's a great beauty and a great belle and
has been immensely admired this winter."

"After all," said Count Otto, considering and a little disappointed,
"the name's not so uncommon; it's perhaps another. But has she
rather strange eyes, a little yellow, but very pretty, and a nose a
little arched?"

"I can't tell you all that; I haven't seen her. She's staying with
Mrs. Steuben. She only came a day or two ago, and Mrs. Steuben's to
bring her. When she wrote to me to ask leave she told me what I
tell you. They haven't come yet."

Vogelstein felt a quick hope that the subject of this correspondence
might indeed be the young lady he had parted from on the dock at New
York, but the indications seemed to point another way, and he had no
wish to cherish an illusion. It didn't seem to him probable that
the energetic girl who had introduced him to Mr. Lansing would have
the entree of the best house in Washington; besides, Mrs.
Bonnycastle's guest was described as a beauty and belonging to the
brilliant city.

"What's the social position of Mrs. Steuben?" it occurred to him to
ask while he meditated. He had an earnest artless literal way of
putting such a question as that; you could see from it that he was