CHAPTER XX.
I HAVE HEARD THE PASSIONATE GALLOP OF THOSE FIERY-FOOTED STEEDS.
Ella was standing waiting for her outside the open door of a drawing room.

She was wearing a lovely evening dress with a corsage of white lace covered with diamonds and sapphires.

Her hair--it was of the darkest brown and was very plentiful--was also glittering with gems under the light that flowed through the open door.

The same light showed Phyllis how deathly white Ella's face and neck were--how tumultuously her bosom was heaving.

She had one hand pressed to her side, and the other on the handle of the door when Phyllis met her; and in that attitude, even though the expanse of white flesh, with its gracious curves that forced out her bodice, had no roseate tint upon it, she looked lovely--intoxicating to the eyes of men.
Phyllis was certainly surprised.