"Well," said Vogelstein, "if she's of the lower class it seems to me
very--very--" And he paused a moment, as he often paused in
speaking English, looking for his word.

"Very what, dear Count?"

"Very significant, very representative."

"Oh dear, she isn't of the lower class," Mrs. Dangerfield returned
with an irritated sense of wasted wisdom. She liked to explain her
country, but that somehow always required two persons.

"What is she then?"

"Well, I'm bound to admit that since I was at home last she's a
novelty. A girl like that with such people--it IS a new type."

"I like novelties"--and Count Otto smiled with an air of
considerable resolution. He couldn't however be satisfied with a
demonstration that only begged the question; and when they
disembarked in New York he felt, even amid the confusion of the
wharf and the heaps of disembowelled baggage, a certain acuteness of
regret at the idea that Pandora and her family were about to vanish
into the unknown. He had a consolation however: it was apparent
that for some reason or other--illness or absence from town--the
gentleman to whom she had written had not, as she said, come down.
Vogelstein was glad--he couldn't have told you why--that this
sympathetic person had failed her; even though without him Pandora
had to engage single-handed with the United States Custom-House.
Our young man's first impression of the Western world was received