The girl was dressed with her habitual perfect taste and success, and she came forward with a smile of genuine pleasure, holding out a small hand neatly gloved in Suede.

Her ladyship was looking not at Millicent, but at Guy Oscard.
Millicent was glad that he had called, and said so.

She did not add that during the three months that had elapsed since Jack Meredith's sudden departure she had gradually recognised the approaching ebb of a very full tide of popularity.

It was rather dull at times, when Jack's letters arrived at intervals of two and sometimes of three weeks--when her girl friends allowed her to see somewhat plainly that she was no longer to be counted as one of themselves.

An engagement sits as it were on a young lady like a weak heart on a schoolboy, setting her apart in work and play, debarring her from participation in that game of life which is ever going forward where young folks do congregate.
Moreover, she liked Guy Oscard.