The memory of her husband's warning was vividly present with her.

She felt the magnetism of her companion's words, his compelling gaze.
"It is so with me," he went on, leaning a little towards her, "only in my case--" Providence was intervening.

Never had the swish of a woman's skirt sounded so sweet to her before.
"Here's Dolly Montressor," she interrupted, "coming up to speak to us.".