This girl, who was such an immense contrast to herself, wholly fixed her attention as she stood for a few moments, like a queen, surrounded by her courtiers.
Graydon had gone for a glass of water, and meeting a friend had been detained for a brief space.

Madge saw him coming, saw his eye light up with admiration as he caught sight of the beautiful stranger, but he came directly to her, and asked, genially, if there was anything else she would like.
"Yes.

Who is that girl yonder ?" "Miss Wildmere.

Isn't she lovely?
She promised me, last week, her first dance for this evening.

Will you excuse me for a little while ?" "Certainly;" and yet she was conscious of a sudden and odd little protest at heart.
He approached the beauty.