Williamson, too, had elected to remain on board, and so had David
Pollard, who rarely cared for anything in the social line.
On the floor, even before the music struck up, was M. Lemaire. He was
in the usual black evening dress, though on his wide shirt front
glistened the jeweled decoration of some order conferred upon him by a
European sovereign.
A handsome and distinguished figure did M. Lemaire present. He nodded
affably to many of the ladies in passing, and the interest with which
his greetings were acknowledged proved that M. Lemaire was in a gathering
where he could boast many acquaintances.
Almost at the first, M. Lemaire had succeeded in having Captain Jack
Benson pointed out to him. The tall, sallow man looked over the
submarine boys eagerly, though covertly. He beheld them in handsome
dress uniforms, very much like those worn by the naval officers, for
Jacob Farnum had insisted that his young submarine officers, wherever
they went must be appropriately attired.
In the throng, as M. Lemaire passed, stood one handsomely dressed girl.
Her face, which was interestingly beautiful, had a slightly foreign look.
The jewels that she wore must have cost a fortune. The girl herself was
a finished product in the arts of good breeding and grace.
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