Her head was turned away from him—only a soft, fair cheek and little ear nestling in a soft mass of hair, a white throat, and a lot of pale chiffon and silk, could he see. And suddenly the cheek and even neck were flooded with a red blush, and then they looked whiter than before. He wondered, and smiled bitterly as he did so.
And the girl's eyes remained fixed, eager, fascinated, on the long looking-glass before her.
But she was not looking at herself.
Afterwards he sought her.
"You were wise," he said mockingly, and her eyes grew dark with pain.
He took the seat beside her and played with the costly fan he had picked up.
"You were wise," he said, mockingly.
"I must congratulate you," he said indifferently. "This"—with a comprehensive wave towards her dress and the diamonds at her throat—"is better than the old days."