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PETERS OBSERVES THAT HIS PLAN IS WORKING
evening was a foretaste of a heaven sweeter than any they had ever miraged. They had met — and the world was theirs. And Lily knew why she had waited — why she had had the strength to brave her mother's scathing contempt and to abandon Stephen Peters.
Mrs. Adair was somewhat appeased when Lily announced her intention of marrying Sir John Clyde. He was probably rather impecunious, she reflected, but the creditors did almost as much on a title as they did on a corpulent bank-account. And he was a protege of Stephen Peters, which must mean some capital. Therefore, she drained her purse still further and insisted upon giving the girl a brilliant engagement-dinner. Society must have this match trumpeted in their ears. She felt that she would have climbed at least three more rungs thereby.
The Adair home was brilliantly illumined; the cream of the Social World was present, glittering and ennuied. Among them, starry-eyed,
moved the girl and her eager lover, not caring a whit for the ostentation and glitter, only for what it all meant: their ultimate union — the clear togetherness they had both visioned. The dinner seemed monotonously long to them both, and they welcomed the time when, the formal announcement made, John Clyde rose to toast his lovely bride-to-be. Lily trembled with the sudden ecstasy of the moment. He was hers — that godlike creature — and he was going to proclaim it to the world. She cast a swift, unconsciously triumphant glance at Stephen Peters, and was somewhat amazed to see his loose lips contorted into an ironic smile — certainly he looked as if he were well pleased.
"I am raising my glass," her lover was saying, when there came the loud voices of men, and the room was unceremoniously entered by a short, determined-looking man and two officers of the law. The latter went direct to Sir John Clyde, and the third man spoke up gruffly.