Mostyn decided that he was naturally impatient for the presence of his fiancee, whose delayed entrance he perceived was also annoying Ethel.

Then there was a slight movement, a sudden silence, and Mostyn saw Stanhope's face flush and turn magically radiant.

Mechanically he followed his movement and the next moment his eyes met Fate, and Love slipped in between.

Dora was there, a fairy-like vision in pale amber draperies, softened with silk lace.

Diamonds were in her wonderfully waved hair and round her fair white neck.