At last Barbara's eyes grew uncomfortably moist.

Impulsively she flew to Jaffery and put her arms round his vast shoulders--he was sitting, otherwise she could not have done it--and hugged him.
"You're a blessed, blessed dear," she said; and ashamed of this exhibition of sentiment she bolted from the room.
Jaffery, looking very shy and uncomfortable, suggested a game of billiards.
To Barbara and myself awaiting our guests in the drawing-room before dinner, the first to come was Doria, whom we hadn't seen since lunch; an arresting figure in her low evening dress; you can imagine a Tanagra figure in black and white ivory.

Her face, however, was a passion of excitement.
"It's wonderful," she cried.

"More than wonderful.

Even I didn't know till to-day what a great genius Adrian was.