Everybody offered congratulations, but she only showed real pleasure, and that mutely, at those of Miss Treherne.

To the rest of us she said: "One had to save one's self, and Amshar was a coward." And so this woman, whose hardness of heart and excessive cruelty Hungerford and I were keeping from the world, was now made into a heroine, around whom a halo of romance would settle whenever her name should be mentioned.

Now, men, eligible and ineligible, would increase their homage.

It seemed as if the stars had stopped in their courses to give her special fortune.
That morning I had thought her appearance at this luncheon-party was little less than scandalous, for she knew, if others did not, who Boyd Madras was.

After the occurrence with the Arab, the other event was certainly much less prominent, and here, after many years, I can see that the act was less in her than it would have been in others.