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As the women dispersed about the long drawing-room Ora laid her arm lightly round the waist of Ida, who was standing for the moment apart.
"Your dinner is a tremendous success, my dear," she said, "and so are you. That gown! It makes mine look so crude. I wish I had worn white as I intended until the last minute. How splendidly everything went off. Not a detail to criticise, and every woman has worn something new from New York or Paris. But you -- well, Ida, you are always beautiful, of course, but tonight you are something more than lovely."