The girl glided among the drowsy figures, filling the glasses. As she knelt by the brazier to lift the overturned glass, her slim fingers lingered; a head turned sleepily, and, as the lips fell on the little hand, kissed it softly.
At a movement of Aurelian's eyes the girl vanished.
Eveleth half rose to look after her with delight. "Where did you find that bauble, Aurelian?" he said.
Aurelian neither moved nor opened his eyes as he replied, "In Kioto."
"She is more precious than your Delhi topaz."
"She cost me more."
"What is she called?"
"The Honourable White Dew."
"I have never seen her before."
"Nor any other than myself."