She was mistaken. There was something different, still, in Leslie Goldthwaite's look, as she came out under the sunset light, from the looks that prevailed in the Thoresby group when they, too, made their appearance. The one moved self-forgetfully, --her consciousness and thought sent forth, not fluttering in her robes and ribbons, with the others there was a little air and bustle, as of people coming into an opera-box in presence of a full house.