The dining-hall, brilliantly illuminated, was filled with gayety and laughter.
Claire Fromont, embarrassed by the vulgarity of those about her, hardly spoke at all.

Sidonie was at her brightest.

The drive had given animation to her pale complexion and Parisian eyes.

She knew how to laugh, understood a little too much, perhaps, and seemed to the male guests the only woman in the party.

Her success completed Georges's intoxication; but as his advances became more pronounced, she showed more and more reserve.