It might be pictures, or the north pole, or the divorce court, or a new idiot asylum; it would never matter much.

The new acquaintances on whom her attention fixed itself were Lady Maud, who attracted her strongly, and Mr.Feist, who repelled her.

She wished she could speak Greek in order to ask Logotheti who the latter was and why he was present.

To judge by appearances he was probably a rich young American who travelled and frequented theatres a good deal, and who wished to be able to say that he knew Cordova.

He had perhaps arrived lately with a letter of introduction to the Ambassador, who had asked him to the first nondescript informal dinner he gave, because the man would not have fitted in anywhere else.
Logotheti began to talk at once, while Mustapha Pasha plunged into a political conversation with Griggs.
'I'm much more glad to see you than you can imagine,' the Greek said, not in an undertone, but just so softly that no one else could hear him.
'I'm not good at imagining,' answered Margaret.