Tavernake, rising slowly to his feet, looked at her for a moment in reluctant but wondering admiration.

She was wearing an ivory satin gown, without trimming or lace of any sort, a gown the fit of which seemed to him almost a miracle.

Her only jewelry was a long rope of pearls and a small tiara.

Tavernake had never been brought into close contact with any one quite like this.
She was putting on her gloves as she entered and she gave him her left hand.
"What an extraordinary person you are, Mr.Tavernake!" she exclaimed.
"You really do seem to turn up at the most astonishing times." "I am very sorry to have intruded upon you to-night," he said.

"As regards the last occasion, however, upon which I made an unexpected appearance, I make no apologies whatever," he added coolly.
She laughed softly.