“Oh，Ithinkshe’llcomenow。”saidBurnamy。MarchprotestedthathehadonlybeenamusedatLili’sdelay；buthiswifescoldedhimforhisimpatience；shebeggedBurnamy’spardon，andrepeatedcivilitiespassedbetweenthem。SheaskedifhedidnotthinksomeoftheyoungladieswereprettybeyondtheEuropeanaverage；averyfewhadstyle；themothersweremostlyfat，andnotstylish；itwaswellnottoregardthefatherstooclosely；severaloldgentlemenwereclearingtheirthroatsbehindtheirnewspapers，withnoisesthatmadeherquail。TherewasnoonesoeffectiveastheAustrianofficers，whoputthemselvesagooddealonshow，bowingfromtheirhipstofavoredgroups；withthesunglintingfromtheireyeglasses，andtheirhandspressingtheirsword-hilts，theymovedbetweenthetableswiththegaitoftight-lacedwomen。
“Theyallwearcorsets。”Burnamyexplained。
“Howmuchyouknowalready！”saidMrs。March。“IcanseethatEuropewon’tbelostonyouinanything。Oh，who’sthat？”Aladywhosecostumeexpressedsarisateverypointglidedupthemiddleaisleofthegrovewithagracefultilt。Burnamywassilent。“ShemustbeanAmerican。Doyouknowwhosheis？”
“Yes。”Hehesitated，alittletonameawomanwhosetragedyhadoncefilledthenewspapers。
Mrs。Marchgazedafterherwiththefascinationwhichsuchtragediesinspire。“Whatgrace！Isshebeautiful？”