Mrs. Austen turned to Margaret. "If you care to go, we might get our
wraps."
A moment later, when the women had left the room and the men were
reseated, Verelst stretched a hand to Lennox. "Again I congratulate you
and with all my heart."
Keith Lennox grasped that hand, shook it, smiled. The smile illuminated
a face which, sombre in repose, then was radiant. Tall and straight,
hard as nails, he had the romantic figure. In a costume other than
evening clothes, he might have walked out of a tapestry.
With ambiguous amiability, Paliser smiled also. Already Margaret's
beauty had stirred him. Already it had occurred to him that Lennox was
very invitingly in the way.