"She will scarcely dance at all.

She goes around talking to every one as though it were a sort of farewell party." "Perhaps it may be," Karschoff remarked quietly.
"She isn't going away, is she ?" Chalmers demanded.
"Who knows ?" the Prince replied.

"Lady Maggie is one of those strange people to whom one may look with every confidence for the unexpected." She herself came across to them, a few moments later.
"Something tells me," she declared, "that you are talking about me." "You are always a very much discussed young lady," Karschoff rejoined, with a little bow.
She made a grimace and sank into a chair by her aunt.

She talked on lightly enough, but all the time with that slight suggestion of superficiality which is a sign of strain.

She glanced often towards the entrance of the lounge, yet no one seemed less disturbed when at a few minutes before eleven Prince Shan came quietly in.