Then it was that Nella began to imagine, what had swiftly crossed her mind when first the Baroness presented herself at the bureau, that the features of the Baroness were remotely familiar to her.
She thought, not that she had seen the old lady's face before, but that she had seen somewhere, some time, a face of a similar cast.

It occurred to Nella to look at the 'Almanach de Gotha'-- that record of all the mazes of Continental blue blood; but the 'Almanach de Gotha' made no reference to any barony of Zerlinski.

Nella inquired where the Baroness meant to take lunch, and was informed that a table had been reserved for her in the dining-room, and she at once decided to lunch in the dining-room herself.

Seated in a corner, half-hidden by a pillar, she could survey all the guests, and watch each group as it entered or left.
Presently the Baroness appeared, dressed in black, with a tiny lace shawl, despite the June warmth; very stately, very quaint, and gently smiling.

Nella observed her intently.