Now the logical sequence of all this was--but he broke into a light laugh.
What little vanity he possessed was without conceit.

Princesses of royal blood were beyond the reach of logical sequence; and besides, she was to be married on the twentieth of the month.
He followed one of the paths which led to the pavilion.

It was a charming scene, radiant with gas lamps, the vivid kaleidoscope of gowns and uniforms.

Beautiful faces flashed past him.

There were in the air the vague essences of violet, rose and heliotrope.