He did the conventional thing, but he did it well.

He added a touch or two of luxury, the faintest aroma of splendor.

Pettingill had designed the curiously wayward table, with its comfortable atmosphere of companionship, and arranged its decoration of great lavender orchids and lacy butterfly festoons of white ones touched with yellow.

He had wanted to use dahlias in their many rich shades from pale yellow to orange and deep red, but Monty held out for orchids.

It was the artist, too, who had found in a rare and happy moment the massive gold candelabra--ancient things of a more luxurious age--and their opalescent shades.