I went to that stupid garden party all agog for adventure." "Am I the adventure ?" she asked lightly.
He made no immediate answer, turning his head, however, and studying her with a queer, impersonal deliberation.

She was wearing a smoke-coloured muslin gown and a black hat with gracefully arranged feathers.

For a moment the weariness had passed from her face and she was a very beautiful woman.

Her features were delicately shaped, her eyes rather deep-set.

She had a long, graceful neck, and resting upon her throat, fastened by a thin platinum chain, was a single sapphire.