The lights of the Boulevard exercised their wonted effect--cheering, inspiring.

She pressed his arm, laughed at his mirthful talk; and Denzil looked down into her face with pride and delight in its loveliness.

He had taken especial care to have her dressed in the manner that became his wife; Parisian science had gone to the making of her costume, and its efforts were not wasted.

As they entered the restaurant, many eyes were turned with critical appreciation upon the modest face and figure, as undeniably English, in their way, as Quarrier's robust manhood.
Denzil's French was indifferently good, better perhaps than his capacity for picking out from the bill of fare a little dinner which should exalt him in the eyes of waiters.

He went to work, however, with a noble disregard for consequences, whether to digestion or pocket.
Where Lilian was concerned there could be no such thing as extravagance; he gloried in obtaining for her the best of everything that money could command.