"There were six hundred people upstairs, and four hundred coachmen and footmen downstairs, according to our man.
Everybody said it was splendid." His piercing enigmatic gaze could not leave her.

As he had often frankly warned her, he was a man in quest of sensations.

Certainly, in this strange meeting with Aldous Raeburn's betrothed, in the midst of the sleep-bound house, he had found one.

Her eyes were heavy, her cheek pale.

But in this soft vague light--white arms and neck now hidden, now revealed by the cloak she had thrown about her glistening satin--she was more enchanting than he had ever seen her.