The musicians had caught that unaccentuated and sensuous swing of the melody which the soft, tropical atmosphere rendered still more languorous.

With Mrs.Falchion's hand upon my arm, I felt a sense of capitulation to the music and to her, uncanny in its suddenness.

At this distance of time it seems to me absurd.

I had once experienced something of the same feeling with the hand of a young medical student, who, skilled in thought-reading, discovered the number of a bank-note that was in my mind.
This woman had an attractiveness compelling and delightful, at least in its earlier application to me.

Both professionally and socially I have been brought into contact with women of beauty and grace, but never one who, like Mrs.Falchion, being beautiful, seemed so unconscious of the fact, so indifferent to those about her, so untouched by another's emotion, so lacking in sensitiveness of heart; and who still drew people to her.