Austin and Boots watched her with a dreadful fascination; but she seemed competent to manage it.
Selwyn, beside Eileen, had ventured on the formalities--his voice unsteady and not yet his own.
Her loveliness had been a memory; he had supposed he realised it to himself; but the superb, fresh beauty of the girl dazed him.

There was a strange new radiancy, a living brightness to her that seemed almost unreal.

Exquisitely unreal her voice, too, and the slightly bent head, crowned with the splendour of her hair; and the slowly raised eyes, two deep blue miracles tinged with the hues of paradise.
"There's no use," sighed Drina, "I shall not be able to dance.

Boots, there's to be a dance, you know; so I'll sit on the stairs with Daisy Craig; and you'll come to me occasionally, won't you ?" Miss Craig yawned frightfully and made a purely mechanical move toward an iced strawberry.

Before she got it Nina gave the rising signal.
"Are you remaining to smoke ?" asked Eileen as Selwyn took her to the doorway.