There were moments when he caught his breath because of a sudden high throb of his heart.
How could he shut out of his mind that which seemed to _be_ his mind--his body--the soul of him! It was at a moment when he was thinking of this with a sudden sense of disturbance that a silver toned voice evidently speaking to him attracted his attention.
The voice was of silver and the light laugh was silvery.
"You look as if you were not thinking of any of us," the owner said.
He turned about to find himself looking at one of the prettiest of the filmily dressed creatures in the room.

Her frock was one of the briefest and her tiny heels the highest and most slender.

The incredible foot and ankle wore a flesh silk stocking so fine that it looked as though they were bare--which was the achievement most to be aspired to.

Every atom of her was lovely and her small deep-curved mouth and pure large eyes were like an angel's.
"I believe you remember me!" she said after a second or so in which they held each other's gaze and Donal knew he began to flush slowly.
"Yes," he answered.

"I do--now I have looked again.