She was slightly taller than her rival in his thoughts, and her costume gave an impression of additional height.

Apparently she was in the best of spirits, laughing often with her partner and an elderly gentleman who danced opposite to her, and who was full of old-time flourishes and jollity.

At last Graydon thought, resentfully, "She is indeed changed.

That's the style of life she is looking forward to, and she wishes no embarrassment or advice from me.

That dancing-jack, Henderson, and others of his sort are to be her 'friends' also, no doubt.