She only knew that somewhere the eyes that had watched her all the afternoon were watching her still, intent and tireless, biding their time.

But silence in Lucas Errol's company was as easy as speech.

Moreover, a string band played continuously throughout the meal, and the hubbub around them made speech unnecessary.
When they went out at last on to the terrace the whole garden was transformed into a paradise of glowing colours.

The lake shone like a prism of glass, and over all the stars hung as if suspended very near the earth.
Lucas went down to the edge of the ice, leaning on his valet.

Bertie, clad as a Roman soldier, was already vanishing in the distance with someone attired as a Swiss peasant girl.