"Some piece of atrocious mischief, I'll be bound! He looks like the Miltonic Lucifer sometimes, that man, only not one half so good-looking; but there is a snakish, treacherous, cold-blooded glare in his greenish-black eyes that makes me think of the arch-tempter; and some people have the bad taste to call him handsome." The twilight had ended in darkness by this time.

Mollie put her hand to her belt to find her watch, but it was not there.
"I have left it on my dressing-table," she thought, moving away.

"I will have a cup of tea in my room this evening, and let guardy and Madame Blanche dine together.

I wish it were time to start.

I abominably hate waiting." Mollie found her watch on the table, and was rather surprised to see it past eight.
"I had no idea it was so late," she said to herself.