And she said she meant to wear it at the opera to-night.

It was scarcely an opera toilet, was it ?" "Ella's taste is never at fault, papa." "I suppose not.

I wonder if he is capable of appreciating the--the--let us say, the inspiration of that toilet.

Is that, I wonder, the sort of dress that a man likes his wife to wear when she welcomes him home after an absence of some months?
No matter it was exquisite in every detail.
Curious, her coming here and waiting after she had learned that you were out, was it not; from nine o'clock--that fateful hour!--to-night." "I think she must have felt--lonely," said Phyllis.

"She seemed so glad to see me--so relieved.