His cultivated tastes and love of intellectual things held him above the enervating influences of the social life into which he was becoming more and more drawn.

Her first feeling of uneasiness came when, at a large party given by one of her most intimate friends, she heard his voice ring out suddenly in the supper-room.

Looking down the table, she saw him with a glass of champagne in his hand, which he was flourishing about in rather an excited way.

There was a gay group of young girls around him, who laughed merrily at the sport he made.

Mrs.Whitford's pleasure was gone for that evening.