Her white neck was bare.

In her hair he saw for a second time a red rose.

For a space he saw no one but her.
Then his eyes turned for an instant to Miriam.

She was standing a little back, and it seemed to him that he had never seen her so beautiful.

Against the wall, in a great chair, sat the master of Adare, his bearded chin in the palm of his hand, looking at the two with a steadiness of gaze that was more than adoration.