But such a girl! It adds nothing at all to say that her hair was a dull sort of gold; her eyes violet.

Many girls have been similarly blessed.

It was her manner; the sweet way she looked with those violet eyes through a battalion of head waiters and resplendent managers; her air of being at home here in the Carlton or anywhere else that fate might drop her down.
Unquestionably she came from oversea--from the States.
She stepped forward into the restaurant.

And now slipped also into view, as part of the background for her, a middle-aged man, who wore the conventional black of the statesman.

He, too, bore the American label unmistakably.