It was easy to dress for the critical eyes of rich young men, officers, gentlemen with titles; all that was required was a fresh Parisian model, some jewels, and a bundle of orchids or expensive roses.

But these two men belonged to a class she knew little of; gentlemen adventurers, who had been in strange, unfrequented places, who had helped to make history, who received decorations, and never wore them, who remained to the world at large obscure and unknown.
So, with that keen insight which is a part of a well-bred, intelligent woman--and also rather inexplicable to the male understanding--she chose the simplest gown.

She was hazily conscious that they would notice this dress, whereas the gleaming satin would have passed as a matter of fact.

Round her graceful throat she placed an Indian turquoise necklace; nothing in her hair, nothing on her fingers.

She went down-stairs perfectly content.
As she came into the hall, she heard soft music.