The exultant smile which it brought to her lips could only be made to disappear by reminding herself sharply of his recent arrogance.

Her anger, she found, was a plant which needed careful cultivation.
It was in a somewhat chastened mood that she started a few days later for a dinner at the DeMille's.

As she entered in her sweeping golden gown the sight of Monty Brewster at the other end of the room gave her a flutter at the heart.

But it was an agitation that was very carefully concealed.

Brewster was certainly unconscious of it.