Oncle Jazon caught sight of her, and snapped his tune short off.

The dancers swung together and stopped in confusion.

But she, fortified by a woman's strongest bulwark, the sense of resplendency, appeared quite unconscious of herself.
Little Adrienne, hanging in blissful delight upon Rene's strong arm, felt the stir of excitement and wondered what was the matter, being too short to see over the heads of those around her.
"What is it?
what is it ?" she cried, tiptoeing and tugging at her companion's sleeve.

"Tell me, Rene, tell me, I say." Rene was gazing in dumb admiration into which there swept a powerful anger, like a breath of flame.

He recollected how Alice had refused to wear that dress when he had asked her, and now she had it on.