The thin, pinched face of the young man appealed to the elder one.

The duke had liked him from the first.
"It is time he went," he said to himself as he watched Michael leave the room.

As Michael left it Fay's excitement dropped from her, and she became conscious of an enormous fatigue.

A few minutes later she dragged herself up the great pictured staircase to her little boudoir overlooking the garden, and sank down exhausted on a couch.

Her pretty Italian maid was waiting for her in the adjoining bedroom, and came to her, and began to unfasten her jewels.
Fay dismissed her for the night, saying she was not going to bed yet.
She often stayed up late reading.