Lady Artemis thought his flute lovely, and had him again to play for her.

Aaron looked at her and she at him.

She, as she reclined there in bed in a sort of half-light, well made-up, smoking her cigarettes and talking in a rather raucous voice, making her slightly rasping witty comments to the other men in the room--of course there were other men, the audience--was a shock to the flautist.

This was the bride of the moment! Curious how raucous her voice sounded out of the cigarette smoke.

Yet he liked her--the reckless note of the modern, social freebooter.