Never before had I seen so much beauty.

Lovely faces, dressed in all the seductive flattery of smiles, were on every side; and as I walked from room to room, I felt how much more fatal to a man's peace and heart's ease the whispered words and silent glances of those fair damsels, than all the loud gayety and boisterous freedom of our country belles, who sought to take the heart by storm and escalade.
As yet I had seen neither Sir George nor his daughter, and while I looked on every side for Lucy Dashwood, it was with a beating and anxious heart I longed to see how she would bear comparison with the blaze of beauty around.
Just at this moment a very gorgeously dressed hussar stepped from a doorway beside me, as if to make a passage for some one, and the next moment she appeared leaning upon the arm of another lady.

One look was all that I had time for, when she recognized me.
"Ah, Mr.O'Malley, how happy--has Sir George--has my father seen you ?" "I have only arrived this moment; I trust he is quite well ?" "Oh, yes, thank you--" "I beg your pardon with all humility, Miss Dashwood," said the hussar, in a tone of the most knightly courtesy, "but they are waiting for us." "But, Captain Fortescue, you must excuse me one moment more.

Mr.Lechmere, will you do me the kindness to find out Sir George?
Mr.O'Malley--Mr.
Lechmere." Here she said something in French to her companion, but so rapidly that I could not detect what it was, but merely heard the reply, _"Pas mal!"_--which, as the lady continued to canvass me most deliberately through her eye-glass, I supposed referred to me.

"And now, Captain Fortescue--" And with a look of most courteous kindness to me she disappeared in the crowd.
The gentleman to whose guidance I was entrusted was one of the aides-de-camp, and was not long in finding Sir George.