EXTRAORDINARY LOVE-MAKING Fedora sauntered slowly around the rooms, leaning over and staking a gold plaque here and there.

She was dressed as usual in white, with an ermine turban hat and stole and an enormous muff.

Her hair seemed more golden than ever beneath its snow-white setting, and her complexion more dazzling.

She seemed utterly unconscious of the admiration which her appearance evoked, and she passed Lane without apparently observing him.
A moment afterwards, however, he moved to her side and addressed her.
"Quite a lucky coup of yours, that last, Miss Grex.

Are you used to winning _en plein_ like that ?" She turned her head and looked at him.