Inside a swinging vase of flowers was suspended from the roof.

A man and a woman leaned back in luxurious easy-chairs.

The man was dark and had the look of a foreigner.

The woman was very fair.

She wore a long ermine cloak and a tiara of pearls.
Tavernake, whose interest in the passing throngs was entirely superficial, found himself for some reason curiously attracted by this glimpse into a world of luxury of which he knew nothing; attracted, too, by the woman's delicate face with its uncommon type of beauty.