He called for more champagne, and all, save the little brown girl, greeted the magnum which presently appeared with cheers.
Even Mrs.Da Souza unbent a little towards the young women against whom she had declared war.

Faces were flushed and voices grew a little thick.
Da Souza's arm unchidden sought once more the back of his neighbour's chair, Miss Montressor's eyes did their utmost to win a tender glance from their lavish host.

Suddenly Trent rose to his feet.

He held a glass high over his head.

His face was curiously unmoved, but his lips were parted in an enigmatic smile.
"A toast, my friends!" he cried.