As her fan dropped on the tessellated pavement, he came forward, picked it up, and put it in her rigid and mechanical fingers.

The party, who had applauded her apparently artistic climax, laughingly pushed by her into the conservatory, without noticing her agitation.
It was the same face and figure she remembered as last standing before her, holding back the crowding grain in the San Antonio field.

But here he was appareled and appointed like a gentleman, and even seemed to be superior to the garish glitter of his new surroundings.
"I believe I have the pleasure of speaking to Miss Saltonstall," he said, with the faintest suggestion of his former manner in his half-resentful sidelong glance.

"I hear that you offered to dispense with my services, but I knew that Mr.Prince would scarcely be satisfied if I did not urge it once more upon you in person.

I am his private secretary." At the same moment, Amita and Raymond, attracted by the conversation, turned towards him.