See mine ?...
Will you kiss me, Sylvia ?" Again a strange look flickered in the girl's eyes; Rosalie kissed her gently; she had turned very white.
"What is your costume ?" asked Mrs.Dysart.
"Flame colour and gold." "Hell's own combination, dear," laughed Rosalie.

"You will make an exquisite little demon shepherdess." And she went on, smiling back at the girl in friendly fashion, then turned and lightly descended the stairway, snapping on her loup-mask before the jolly crowd below could identify her.
Masked figures here and there detained her, addressing her in disguised voices, but she eluded them, slipped through the throngs on terrace and lawn, ran down the western slope and entered the rose-garden.

A man in mask and violet-gray court costume rose from a marble seat under the pergola and advanced toward her, the palm of his left hand carelessly balanced on his gilded hilt.
"So you did get my note, Duane ?" she said, laying her pretty hand on his arm.
"I certainly did.

What can I do for you, Rosalie ?" "I don't know.

Shall we sit here a moment ?" He laughed, but continued standing after she was seated.
The air was heavy with the scent of rockets and phlox and ragged pinks and candy-tuft.