The beautiful automaton has gone back to her band-box for the night, so we can enjoy ourselves quite unhindered.

Is that for me?
Thanks, Biddy! I'm needing refreshment badly." "You would have preferred coffee," observed Isabel.
It was the first time she had spoken since his entrance.

He gave her a keen, intent look.

"Oh, this'll do, thanks," he said.

"It is all nectar to-night.