Williams spoke with his customary contagious confidence.  Selma noted that he was stouter and that his hair was becomingly streaked with gray.  Had not her attention been on the lookout for his wife she might have noticed that his eye wore a restless, strained expression despite his august banker’s manner and showy gallantry.  She did observe that the moment he had made way for Flossy he turned to Lyons and began to talk to him in a subdued tone under the guise of watching the procession.

The two women confronted each other with spontaneous forgetfulness of the past.  There was a shade of haughtiness in Selma’s greeting.  She was prepared to respect her husband’s policy and to ignore the circumstances under which they had parted, but she wished Flossy to understand that this was an act of condescension on her part as a Congressman’s wife, whose important social status was beyond question.  She was so thoroughly imbued with this sense of her indisputable superiority that she readily mistook Flossy’s affability for fawning; whereas that young woman’s ingenuous friendliness was the result of a warning sentence from Gregory when Selma and her husband were seen approaching—­“Keep a check on your tongue, Floss.  This statesman with a beard like a goat is likely to have a political future.”

“I felt sure it was you the other day,” Flossy said with smiling sprightliness, “but I had not heard of your marriage to Mr. Lyons.”

“We were married at Benham six weeks ago.  We are to live in Benham.  We have bought the house there which belonged to Mr. Parsons.  We have just returned from visiting the superb scenery of the Yosemite and the Rocky Mountains, and it made me prouder than ever of my country.  If Congressman Lyons had not been obliged to be present at the opening of Congress, we should have spent our honeymoon in Europe.”

“Gregory and I passed last summer abroad yachting.  We crossed on a steamer and had our yacht meet us there.  Isn’t it a jam to-night?”

“There seem to be a great many people.  I suppose you came on from New York on purpose for this reception?”

“Mercy, no.  We are staying with friends, and we hadn’t intended to come to-night.  But we had been dining out and were dressed, so we thought we’d drop in and show our patriotism.  It’s destruction to clothes, and I’m glad I haven’t worn my best.”

Selma perceived Flossy’s eye making a note of her own elaborate costume, and the disagreeable suspicion that she was overdressed reasserted itself.  She had already observed that Mrs. Williams’s toilette, though stylish, was comparatively simple.  How could one be overdressed on such an occasion?  What more suitable time for an American woman to wear her choicest apparel than when paying her respects to the President of the United States?  She noticed that Flossy seemed unduly at her ease as though the importance of the ceremony was lost on her, and that they group of people with whom Flossy had been talking and who stood a little apart were obviously indulging in quiet mirth at the expense of some of those in the procession.