It was all she could utter.
Besides, she was occupied with a pink cream-puff. Austin and Boots
watched her with a dreadful fascination; but she seemed competent to
manage it.
Selwyn, beside Eileen, had ventured on the formalities--his voice
unsteady and not yet his own.
Her loveliness had been a memory; he had supposed he realised it to
himself; but the superb, fresh beauty of the girl dazed him. There was a
strange new radiancy, a living brightness to her that seemed almost
unreal. Exquisitely unreal her voice, too, and the slightly bent head,
crowned with the splendour of her hair; and the slowly raised eyes, two
deep blue miracles tinged with the hues of paradise.
"There's no use," sighed Drina, "I shall not be able to dance. Boots,
there's to be a dance, you know; so I'll sit on the stairs with Daisy
Craig; and you'll come to me occasionally, won't you?"
Miss Craig yawned frightfully and made a purely mechanical move toward
an iced strawberry. Before she got it Nina gave the rising signal.
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