There was a yellow moon in the sky, pale as yet.

The streets were a tangled vortex of motorcars and taxies, all filled with men and women in evening dress.

It was the height of a wonderful season.

Everywhere was dominant the note of prosperity, gaiety, even splendour.

The houses in Park Lane, flower-decked, displayed through their wide-flung windows a constant panorama of brilliantly-lit rooms.