Although this was only the second time they had met, the first time they had seen a man and woman kissing each other, and the second time Mr.Hewet had found that a young woman angry is very like a child.

So that when they joined hands in the dance they felt more at their ease than is usual.
It was midnight and the dance was now at its height.

Servants were peeping in at the windows; the garden was sprinkled with the white shapes of couples sitting out.

Mrs.Thornbury and Mrs.Elliot sat side by side under a palm tree, holding fans, handkerchiefs, and brooches deposited in their laps by flushed maidens.

Occasionally they exchanged comments.
"Miss Warrington _does_ look happy," said Mrs.Elliot; they both smiled; they both sighed.
"He has a great deal of character," said Mrs.Thornbury, alluding to Arthur.
"And character is what one wants," said Mrs.Elliot.