Her long white train lent an additional grace to her figure, the wide and heavy folds of brocade serving to accentuate the slenderness of her waist.

Andrea, as he followed her with his eyes, kept repeating her words to himself, 'I came for you alone--I came for you alone!' The orchestra suddenly took up the waltz measure with a fresh impetus.

And never, through all his life, did he forget that music, nor the attitude of the woman he loved, nor the sumptuous folds of the brocade trailing over the floor, nor the faintest shadow on the rich material, nor one single detail of that supreme moment..