I will not wait a week until that dinner comes off.

We cannot afford to lose so much time at the end of the season," mused the banker, through all the time his valet was dressing him.
And now we must glance back to that evening when John Scott, Marquis of Arondelle, first met Salome Levison.

He had met many statuesque, pink and white beauties in his young life; and he had admired each and all with all a young man's ardor.

But not one of them had touched his heart, as did the first full gaze of those large, soft gray eyes that were lifted to his and immediately dropped as the old banker had presented him to-- "My daughter, Miss Levison." She was not statuesque.

She was not pink and white.