He had at any rate done his fortune-hunting, if fortune-hunting it were, with decorum.
"Miss Floyd is looking well to-night," remarked the General.
Cecilia did not reply.

She and a great part of the room were engaged in watching Roger Barnes and Miss Maddison walking together through a space which seemed to have been cleared on purpose for them, but was really the result of a move towards the supper-room.
"Was there ever such a pair ?" said an enthusiastic voice behind the General.

"Athene and Apollo take the floor!" A gray-haired journalist with a small, bewrinkled face, buried in whiskers, and beard, laid a hand on the General's arm as he spoke.
The General smiled vaguely.

"Do you know Mrs.and Miss Maddison ?" "Rather!" said the little man.

"Miss Elsie's a wonder! As pretty and soft as they make them, and a Greek scholar besides--took all sorts of honours at Radcliffe last year.