The new chapter of the fait accompli had been written that night and written well.

The audience poured slowly out with the triumphant music of Jancovius's Kaiser Wilhelm march, played by the orchestra as a happy inspiration, pealing in its ears.
"It has been a great evening, a most successful evening," said Lady Shalem to Herr von Kwarl, whom she was conveying in her electric brougham to Cicely Yeovil's supper party; "an important evening," she added, choosing her adjectives with deliberation.

"It should give pleasure in high quarters, should it not ?" And she turned her observant eyes on the impassive face of her companion.
"Gracious lady," he replied with deliberation and meaning, "it has given pleasure.

It is an evening to be remembered." The gracious lady suppressed a sigh of satisfaction.

Memory in high places was a thing fruitful and precious beyond computation.
Cicely's party at the Porphyry Restaurant had grown to imposing dimensions.