Keith had an impression that he had seen them just before on the other side of the room, talking to the lady in black; but as he looked across, he saw the other young men still there, and there were yet others elsewhere.

At the first glance they nearly all looked alike.
Just then he became conscious that a couple had stopped close beside him.

He glanced at them; the lady was the same to whom he had seen Mrs.
Wentworth speaking at the other end of the room.

Her face was turned away, and all he saw was an almost perfect figure with shoulders that looked dazzling in contrast with her shimmering black gown.

A single red rose was stuck in her hair.