The slim-fingered, bejewelled hand which rested upon the ledge of the box was trembling.

The Baroness was disturbed.
"At Brussels, I believe," she remarked, inclining her head graciously.
"At Brussels, certainly," he answered, bowing low.
She turned to Louise.
"Louise," she said, "you must let me present Mr.Heneage--Miss Deveney.
Mr.Heneage has a cousin, I believe, of the same name, in the Belgian Legation.

I remember seeing you dance with him at the Palace." The two exchanged greetings.

Heneage accepted a chair and spoke of the performance.

The conversation became general and of stereotyped form.