Publisher's Synopsis
IT was late and the studio was already well filled when two new-comers were ushered intothe room-one a woman still almost young, and still (in a kindly light) beautiful; the other agirl emphatically young, her youth riding triumphant over other qualities which in a fewyears would become significant. A slight, almost portentous, hush had fallen over the roomas they crossed the threshold and shook hands with their host. In a group near the door ayoung man-it was Laurence Sybert, the first secretary of the American Embassy-brokeoff in the middle of a sentence with the ejaculation: 'Ah, the Wheat Princess!''Be careful, Sybert! She will hear you, ' the grey-haired consul-general, who stood at hiselbow, warned.Sybert responded with a laugh and a half-shrug; but his tones, though low, had carried, and the girl flashed upon the group a pair of vivid hazel eyes containing a half-puzzled, halfquestioning light, as though she had caught the words but not the meaning. Her vagueexpression changed to one of recognition; she nodded to the two diplomats as she turnedaway to welcome a delegation of young lieutenants, brilliant in blue and gold and shiningboo
