The perfume of the white daphnes must have touched his senses as those most lovely eyes smiled into his; his brain seemed to reel; he was intoxicated with her beauty as some men are with the fumes of rare wine.
Colonel Mostyn lingered for a few minutes, then, well satisfied, went away, leaving Basil and Lady Amelie together.

She had taken her seat under the shade of a magnificent mass of gorgeous, blooming flowers, with wondrous leaves and rich perfume.

As she sat with her gleaming dress and jewels showing to perfection, from against this beautiful background, Basil was completely charmed.

In all his life he had never even seen such a picture.

She turned to him, when they were alone, with the sweetest smile on her lovely lips; her eyes seemed to rain down light into his.
"This is a brilliant scene, Mr.Carruthers; the duchess excels in the arrangement of her rooms." He made some reply; he never quite knew what it was.