With beating heart and eyes dilate.
The girlish mistress of the fête
Sprang swiftly forth.—A moment more
And through the window's opened door
Another guest was ushered in.
Her lip was pale, her cheek was thin,
No costly robe of silk and lace
Apparelled her, and 011 her face
And in her dark bewildered eyes
A shock of fear and shamed surprise