They are pressing us too close to the gates." "Very well," acquiesced Gretchen, somewhat disappointed.

She wanted to see all there was to be seen.
"It is half-after ten," he added, as if to put forward some logical excuse for leaving at this moment.
A man followed them all the way to the Krumerweg.
Carmichael threw himself eagerly into the gaiety of the dance.

Never had he seen the ball-room so brilliant with color.

Among all those there his was the one somber dress.

The white cambric stock and the frill in his shirt were the only gay touches.