Her drooping figure became erect.

Her eyes met Westwick's look, brightly defiant.

She returned his bow with an icy smile of contempt.
Henry crossed the room to Agnes.
'Is Lady Montbarry here by your invitation ?' he asked quietly.
'No.' 'Do you wish to see her ?' 'It is very painful to me to see her.' He turned and looked at his sister-in-law.

'Do you hear that ?' he asked coldly.
'I hear it,' she answered, more coldly still.
'Your visit is, to say the least of it, ill-timed.' 'Your interference is, to say the least of it, out of place.' With that retort, Lady Montbarry approached Agnes.

The presence of Henry Westwick seemed at once to relieve and embolden her.