Her dress covered her neck, arms, and flowed to her feet; her hair was a cape over her shoulders.  She stood at the entry and her hand rose to her neck so haltingly that he quickly realized he had already given her a slight bow.  It was clear she had come to the wrong room, yet she must have noticed his bow for it seemed she stood expecting him.  He rose and made it halfway across the dance floor, till no, she hadn’t been looking at him, as she then turned and left the room.  He found himself spotlighted on an empty dance floor surrounded by patrons seated to dinner.  He promptly approximated a two-step to acknowledge his embarrassment and retreated then to his table, to slow down, he told himself, to reorient, for he had just been caught seeing something that hadn’t really been there.