She was beautifully dressed in furs, which adornment she was tall and stately enough to carry to full advantage.

She held her graceful head with regal hauteur, every inch a princess.

She was enjoying her keenest pleasure--a social triumph.

No whisper escaped her, no glance, no nudge of admiring or envious notice.

On Steinmetz's arm she passed out of the tent; the touch of her hand on his sleeve reminded him of a thoroughbred horse stepping on to turf, so full of life, of electric thrill, of excitement was it.