Au revoir! It's three minutes to eight.

I shall take charge of the dining-room myself to-night.' And Jules departed, rubbing his fine white hands slowly and meditatively.

It was a trick of his, to rub his hands with a strange, roundabout motion, and the action denoted that some unusual excitement was in the air.
At eight o'clock precisely dinner was served in the immense salle manger, that chaste yet splendid apartment of white and gold.

At a small table near one of the windows a young lady sat alone.

Her frocks said Paris, but her face unmistakably said New York.