She was dressed in a wonderful demi-toilette of white lace, and she wore a large picture hat adjusted at exactly the right angle for her profile.

From her throat and bosom there flashed the sparkle of many gems--the finger which held her cigarette was ablaze with diamonds.

She leaned back in her seat smoking lazily, and she met Phyllis's furtive gaze with almost insolent coldness.

But a moment later, when Monsieur Albert's back was turned, she leaned forward and addressed her rapidly.
"A man will come here," she said, "who could tell you, if he was willing, all that you seek to know.

He will come to-night--he comes all the nights.