"I've been searching for you everywhere.

But my heart told me you would come, and my heart rarely deceives me." Sally spoke in a tone of sincerity, and maybe for once she was sincere.
Vane did not trouble one way or the other.

He was in that condition of nervous excitement to be strongly affected by her sensuous beauty.

He was stammering something in reply when a man in a puce satin coat and a flowered brocaded waistcoat thrust himself rudely between them.
"I fear, sir, you don't know all the transcendent virtues of this _lady_.

Permit me to enlighten you." He spoke in an insolent tone, and Sally turned upon him in fury and bade him begone.
"Mind your own business, Mr.Dorrimore, and don't thrust your nose into what doesn't concern you," she cried, her eyes blazing with wrath.
"Oh, I've no quarrel with you, madam.