The three women in the balcony had been watching them for an hour, commenting freely upon these creatures from another world.

Neenah, the youngest and prettiest of them all, had wafted kisses to the proud dames above.

She had danced for their amusement.

Her companions sat staring at the ladies at the railing, dark eyes peering with disdain above the veils which hid their faces.
Lady Agnes waved her hand lazily toward the group below, sending a mocking smile to Chase.

"The Asiatic plague," she said cheerfully.
"The deuce," broke in her husband, not catching her meaning.