She was unhappy, and there was a flush, upon her face.
I saw a small woman, neat in a gown of the Directory, it seemed to me, though of course not so pronounced, brought by apparent accident in contact with the big, blazing creature.

The smaller woman was self-contained and of the blue-blooded in look and unconsciousness from head to heel.

The two engaged in conversation, the one affable and interested, the other flushed and happy.
I do not know that I ever enjoyed a party more, yet I did nothing on that occasion, save to watch at a distance the two people I have mentioned.

They drifted along together, and there was soon a group about them.

Was not Mrs.Grant Harlson a social power, and was not a friend of hers fit friend and confidant for any one?
I do not understand the ways of women.