Can't you understand," she added, speaking in a tone of greater intensity, "that that is why I hate him?
Hush!" She gripped his sleeve warningly.

There was suddenly the murmur of voices and the trailing of skirts.

A little party seemed to have invaded the winter garden--a little party of the principal guests.

The Duchess herself came first, and her fingers were resting upon the arm of Prince Maiyo.

She stopped to speak to Penelope, and turned afterwards to Somerfield.