“Howsillythepooroldlightslook！“saidEvelynM。inacuriouslysubduedtoneofvoice。“Andourselves；itisn’tbecoming。“
Itwastrue；theuntidyhair，andthegreenandyellowgems，whichhadseemedsofestivehalfanhourago，nowlookedcheapandslovenly。
Thecomplexionsoftheelderladiessufferedterribly，and，asifconsciousthatacoldeyehadbeenturneduponthem，theybegantosaygood-nightandtomaketheirwayuptobed。
Rachel，thoughrobbedofheraudience，hadgoneonplayingtoherself。
FromJohnPeelshepassedtoBach，whowasatthistimethesubjectofherintenseenthusiasm，andonebyonesomeoftheyoungerdancerscameinfromthegardenandsatuponthedesertedgiltchairsroundthepiano，theroombeingnowsoclearthattheyturnedoutthelights。