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serve us. Maids of honor and Russian ladies were arranged in a line extending from the door where the imperial family was to enter; opposite them were the ladies of the diplomatic corps. Opposite the door, upon which all eyes were fixed, were Russian gentlemen, all in court or military uniform. The door opened, the murmur of voices ceased, a master of ceremonies entered, and soon after the Emperor and his family. He bowed, and the answering courtesies made the room look like a field of wheat in a wind."

"Old, but appropriate. Go on."

"The Emperor talked a little with some members of the diplomatic body, and then opened the ball with a polonaise. I need not describe that to you."

"Judith," said Grace suddenly, "I hope you did not tear your dress."

"Mine is nearly demolished," I said sadly, "but Judith's is as good as new. She must have kept very quiet somewhere to get it torn so little. Come, Judith! They don't appreciate our description. Let us go to bed and leave them."

When we reached the door, Tom called out in a wide-awake tone, "Hold on!" But we refused to listen. I was sound asleep a few minutes after my head touched the pillow.


Evening.

I have just had a long talk with Judith. After what she has told me, I am sure nothing could astonish me; the heavens might fall, and I should think that all was as it should be.