"Exceedingly striking—beautiful, in fact," said Sir Francis.
Queenie was not beautiful, and Alex knew it, but the glamour of her magnetic personality was evidently as potent with older men as with young Goldstein and his contemporaries. Alex felt a curious pang, half of envy and half of wonder.
Sir Francis put down his glasses. "A pity," he said deliberately, "that she is not—altogether—" And raised his grizzled eyebrows.
VIII
Goldstein and Queenie
Queenie Torrance spoke to Alex that night with characteristic suavity, and showed pleasure at meeting her again.
"Those old convent days seem a long way off, don't they?" she asked, smiling a little.
Her glance, sweeping the big ballroom, seemed to appraise its glories and claim them for her own.
It was the glance, rather than the words, to which Alex replied.