One ungloved arm hung by her side, and under the white skin he could see the pulses leaping and throbbing in the arteries, the delicate tissues of her bodice trembled and shook.

Was it possible that in that frivolous little body, under that corsage of lace and satin and whalebone, there beat one of those rare and tragic passions, all-consuming, all-absorbing, blind and deaf to everything but itself?
In that case--well, he felt something very like awe before what he called her miraculous stupidity.

But no, it was impossible; to believe it was to believe in miracles, and he had long ago lost his faith in the supernatural.

Women did not love like that nowadays.
Tyson left the box before the close of the last act.

She kept her place for ten minutes after the fall of the curtain, while the crowd streamed out.