A light curtain stirring in the fan's faint breeze hung at the far end of the room.
In a career which had held many surprises, some of which St.George would never be at liberty to reveal to the paper in whose service he had come upon them, this was one of the most alluring.

The mere existence of this strange and luxurious habitation in the heart of such a neighbourhood would, past expression, delight Mr.Crass, the feature man, and no doubt move even Chillingworth to approval.
Chillingworth and Crass! Already they seemed strangers.

St.George glanced at Miss Holland; she was looking from side to side, like a bird alighted among strange flowers; she met his eyes and dimpled in frank delight.

Mrs.Hastings sat erectly beside her, her tortoise-rimmed glasses expressing bland approval.

The improbability of her surroundings had quite escaped her in her satisfied discovery that the place was habitable.