Treasure of Heaven
by Marie Corelli
The next evening, the cold and frowning aspect of the mansion at Carlton House Terrace underwent a sudden transformation. Lights flashed from every window; The garden strip stretching from the back of the building to the shopping center was covered with a red-and-white awning, and the balcony on which the owner of the millionaire dwelling sat a few hours ago, talking to his distinguished legal friend, Sir Francis Wesey, was turned into a kind of ladies' bow, slightly covered with carpet, decorated with palms and greenhouse roses, and equipped with soft chairs for the sensual lightness of such persons of the opposite sex, who could have found the way to this obscene corner of "flirting".
