Beyond was a terrace, where a myriad of Oriental lanterns outlined themselves clearly in fantastically shaped planes of scarlet and orange and green against the blue darkness.

Many couples and groups were scattered over the terrace, and the young men paused on the steps, looking swiftly from group to group.

She was not there.
"We haven't looked in the dancing-room," said Tom, looking at his companion rather sorrowfully.

John turned quickly and they reentered the house.
He had parted from her in the blackness of storm with only the flicker of lightning to show her to him, but it was in a blaze of lights that he saw her again.

The dance was just ended, and she stood in a wide doorway, half surrounded by pretty girls and young men, who were greeting her.