Her officers would be ashore during the time, the welcome guests of the officers of the garrison, bearing their share in the gaieties with which the latter strove to kill the time of waiting for events, and Marcus Glennie, the captain of the frigate, an old friend of Tremayne's, was by virtue of that friendship an almost daily visitor at the adjutant's quarters.
But there again I am anticipating.

The Telemachus came to her moorings in the Tagus, at which for the present we may leave her, on the morning of the day that was to close with Count Redondo's semi-official ball.
Lady O'Moy had risen late, taking from one end of the day what she must relinquish to the other, that thus fully rested she might look her best that night.

The greater part of the afternoon was devoted to preparation.

It was amazing even to herself what an amount of detail there was to be considered, and from Sylvia she received but very indifferent assistance.

There were times when she regretfully suspected in Sylvia a lack of proper womanliness, a taint almost of masculinity.
There was to Lady O'Moy's mind something very wrong about a woman who preferred a canter to a waltz.