Hefoundconfrontinghimatallandbeautifulyoungwoman。ItwasnottheAlineProctorheknew。Itwasnotthewell-poised，gracious，anddistinguishedbeautyhehadseenglidingamongthetablesatSherry\'sorthrowingsmilesoverthefootlights。ThisAlineProctorwasaveryindignantyoungperson，withflashingeyes，tossinghead，andastampingfoot。Extendedfromheratarm\'slength，sheheldaphotographofherselfinaheavysilverframe；and，asthoughitwereaweapon，shewasbrandishingitinthefaceofChesterGriswold。
AsCochran，inamazement，haltedinthedoorwayshewasexclaiming：
\"ItoldyouIdidn\'tknowCharlesCochran！Itellyousonow！Ifyoucan\'tbelieveme-\"
OutofthecornerofherflashingeyestheangryladycaughtsightofCochraninthedoorway。Sheturnedupontheintruderasthoughshemeantforciblytoejecthim。
\"Whoareyou？\"shedemanded。Hermannerandtoneseemedtoadd：