"Prizes never go to the best players," said Mrs. Cecil Jerome in disgust. "It is never really fair."
Mrs. Cecil Jerome was conceded to be one of the "best players."
After the prizes had been duly admired and the winners congratulated, the throng of exquisitely gowned women flocked about the little gilt tables in the dining-room, chatting eagerly and comparing scores.
"The throng of exquisitely gowned women flocked about the little gilt tables in the dining-room."
Mrs. Christy flitted among her guests with a smile and cordial word for each, but to some favored few she devoted her especial attention. She stopped beside one group in the corner of the dining-room more than once.
"Your dining-room is so attractive, Mrs. Christy," said Mrs. Norman, as her hostess sat down beside her for an instant.