I. A. R. Wylie,
The Masque of Love — Chapter 8
(1916)
“ At that moment the dinner-party broke up, and Haig, under the pretext of lost gloves, lingered behind his companions. As John Monkhouse's frail figure disappeared into the vestibule Haig discovered his gloves in his pocket and for the first time appeared to notice the lonely figure at a side table. He crossed over and held out his hand. “Why, my dear fellow, just spotted you. How's the world?” ”
I. A. R. Wylie,
The Masque of Love — Chapter 8
(1916)
“ Haig glanced round over his shoulder and then grinned at his vivacious companion, whose hard-fought battle against oncoming middle age and determined efforts to entangle him in her fading fascinations usually caused him merely an ill-natured amusement. “I should hope you couldn't place him, dear girl,” he said mockingly. “He's not for youth and beauty—in fact, I doubt if any woman, youthful or otherwise, would care to number him among her acquaintances. But don't look round again or you'll be drawing our host's attention and that wouldn't be tactful. It's his brother, Brian Monkhouse.” ”
I. A. R. Wylie,
The Masque of Love — Chapter 8
(1916)
“ He squared his great shoulders and a new youth and strength crept into his bearing. “Now we must act quickly, and you must act for me. You love Margaret—and I—don't know what I feel. It is platitudinous to say so, but love and hatred are so close to one another—” He went back to his writing-table and sat down. “Now tell me what I am to do?” But her passion and energy seemed to have left her. A great pallor had driven back the flush of excitement from her cheek and her lips quivered. He deliberately looked away from her. “Miss East, you trust this man? You believe he will make her happy?” ”
