A rope of pearls hung from her neck.

Her white net gown was trimmed with ermine.
At her first appearance in the front of the box she had created almost a sensation among those to whom she was visible.

In these darker shadows the sensuous disturbance of which he had been conscious since his entrance swept over him once more with overmastering power.
"You are very beautiful," he said, a little abruptly.
"I am glad you think so," she murmured, with a very sweet answering light in her eyes, "but I am hoping that you have other things to tell me." "You are the friend of Immelan," he reminded her.
"To some extent, yes," she assented, "but I admit of no prejudices.

The greatest friend I have in the world is Paul Matinsky, and it is at his wish that I am here.

He is anxious above all things not to make a mistake." "Your country is very much under the dominance of Germany," he ventured.
"Very much, I admit, but not utterly so.