What she had said to Mrs.Wentworth occurred to her.
"Yes; he looks like a man." She became conscious that her companion was asking a question.
"What is the matter with you ?" he said.

"I have asked you three times who that man was, and you have not said a word." "Oh, I beg your pardon.

Mr.Keith, an old friend of mine," she said, and changed the subject.
As to her old friend, he was watching her as she danced, winding in and out among the intervening couples.

He wondered that he could ever have thought that a creature like that could care for him and share his hard life.

He might as soon have expected a bird-of-paradise to live by choice in a coal-bunker.
He strolled about, looking at the handsome women, and presently found himself in the conservatory.