Indeed, he had of late drawn rather close to her, and she wondered a little uneasily how far this approachment was to go.

London, she was conscious, was getting hold of her, and there was, after all, a good deal it had to offer that strongly appealed to her.
By and by the motor stopped before a house with balconies and ponderous pillars, and she and her companions went up the ample stairway and into several uncomfortably crowded, flower-bedecked rooms.

Ida, however, was getting used to the lights and the music, the gleam of gems, the confused hum of voices, and the rustle of costly draperies, and, though she admitted that she liked it all, they no longer had the same exhilarating effect on her.

She danced with one or two men, and then, as she sat alone for a moment, Gregory Kinnaird crossed the room toward her.

His face was a little more serious than usual.