A few moments ago it had all seemed so delightful to him--and now there lay a hideous blot upon the day.
It seemed to him when he left the little bar that he had been there for hours, as a matter of fact barely five minutes had passed since he had left Ernestine.

He stood for a moment on the edge of the walk, dazzled by the sunlight, then he stepped on to the grass and made his way through the throng.

The air was full of soft, gay music, and the skirts and flounces of the women brushed against him at every step.

Laughter and excitement were the order of the day.

Trent, with his suddenly pallid face and unseeing eyes, seemed a little out of place in such a scene of pleasure.