Where is Yvonne?
Couldn't she spare me a single moment ?" The beautiful lady entered with a smile.

She could afford to smile, being complete to the last detail and quite sure of taking the ballroom by storm.

She found Dinah scurrying barefooted about the room with her hair in a loose bunch on her neck, her attire of the scantiest description, her expression one of wild desperation.
"I've lost my stockings.

Where can they be?
I know I had them this morning.

Can Yvonne have taken them by mistake?
She put everything ready for me,--or said she had." The bed was littered with articles of clothing all flung together in hopeless confusion.