He could not help remarking the exquisite toilet, marred by no obtrusive colors, the pretty lily wreath and fragrant bouquet.

It never occurred to him that Valentine had chosen those delicate blossoms in compliment to him.

He thought he had never seen a fairer picture than this magnificent blonde; then she faded from his mind.

He looked round on those fair and noble ladies, thinking that Dora's shy, sweet face was far lovelier than any there.

He looked at the costly jewels, the waving plumes, the sweeping satins, and thought of Dora's plain, pretty dress.