Braden, who had served excellently as a foil to lead Warrington on when he had eyes for no one else, not even Vera, was left severely alone.

Nothing was said, not an action done openly, but Constance, woman-like, could feel the contest in the air.

And she felt just a little quiver when they sat down and Warrington resumed the conversation with her where he had left it.

Even the daring cut of Stella's gown and the exaggerated proximity of her dainty person had failed this time.
As they chatted gaily, Constance enjoyed her triumph to the full.

Yes, she could see that Stella was violently jealous.