And behold! It came to pass." "It's a good thing Madame Louvigny and Kirolski can't hear you," observed Joan sagely.

"They've probably got quite nice natures, but you'd strain the forbearance of an early Christian martyr, Jerry.
Besides, you needn't be so fulsome to Diana; it isn't good for her." Jerry retorted with spirit, and the two drifted into a pleasant little wrangle--the kind of sparring match by which youths and maidens frequently endeavour to convince themselves, and the world at large, of the purely Platonic nature of their sentiments.
Bunty, who had rejoiced in her promised seat in the front row at the concert, was hurrying to and fro, a maid-servant in attendance, bringing in tea, while Mrs.Lawrence, who had also been the recipient of a complimentary ticket, looked in for a few minutes to felicitate the heroine of the day.
She mentally patted herself on the back for the discernment she had evinced in making certain relaxations of her stringent rules in favour of this particular boarder.

It was quite evident that before long Miss Quentin would be distinctly a "personage," shedding a delectable effulgence upon her immediate surroundings, and Mrs.Lawrence was firmly decided that, if any effort of hers could compass it, those surroundings should continue to be No.

34 Brutton Square.
Diana herself looked tired but irrepressibly happy.

Now that it was all over, and success assured, she realised how intensely she had dreaded the ordeal of this first recital.
Olga Lermontof, her injured hand resting in a sling, chaffed her with some amusement.
"I suppose, at last, you're beginning to understand that your voice is really something out of the ordinary," she said.