An essence came out of the pictures and the trappings, and blended itself with the lingering fragrance of the joss-sticks and the roses and the cigarettes in a delightful manner.

The room was almost warm with it.

It seemed to centre in Elfrida; as she sat beside the writing-table, whose tumultuous papers had been pushed away to make room for the breakfast dishes, she was instinct with it.
Miss Bell glanced hurriedly around the room.

It was unimpeachable--not so much as a strayed collar interfered with its character as an apartment where a young lady might receive.

"Come in," she said.