He informs me, however, that such was not the case. "When
I came to describe her as she stood," he said, "she had disappeared,
and I had to search all over the house before I finally found her in
the conservatory. So I changed the chapter to read thus:")
After a half-hour of dancing and holding court--for Marguerite's
triumph was truly that of a queen, it was so complete--Miss Andrews
turned to Mr. Willard and took his arm.
"Let us go into the conservatory," she said, in a whisper. "I have
heard so much about Mrs. Howlett's orchids, I should like to see
them."
Willard, seeing that she was tired and slightly bored by the
incessant chatter of those about her, escorted her out through the
broad door into the conservatory. As she passed from the ballroom
the dark eyes of Count Bonetti flashed upon her, but she heeded them
not, moving on into the floral bower in apparently serene
unconsciousness of that person's presence. Here Willard got her a
chair.
"Will you have an ice?" he asked, as she seated herself beneath one
of the lofty palms.
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