"Will you please be quick ?" she pleaded.
But Mario Escobar was in no hurry to answer.

He had never imagined that Joan Whitworth could look so beautiful.

He had never dreamed that she would take so much trouble.

Mario Escobar understood women's clothes, and his eyes ran with a sensation of pleasure over her delicate frock with its shining bands, its embroidery of silver and flounces of fine lace, down to her slim brocaded shoes.

He had not, indeed, thought very much of her in the days when Linda Spavinsky was queen.