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All that night I kept thinking of it , and all the next day . I wandered up and down that wretched Row , peering into every carriage , and waiting for the yellow brougham ; but I could not find _ ma belle inconnue _ , and at last I began to think she was merely a dream . About a week afterwards I was dining with Madame de Rastail . Dinner was for eight o'clock ; but at half-past eight we were still waiting in the drawing-room . Finally the servant threw open the door , and announced Lady Alroy . It was the woman I had been looking for . She came in very slowly , looking like a moonbeam in grey lace , and , to my intense delight , I was asked to take her in to dinner .