She behaved as she might have done had she been in her own room at St.Dreots.She sprang up from her chair and stood there, smiling, waiting for him.

First his father shook hands with her, then Martin came and stood beside her, laughing.
His face was flushed and he seemed excited about something, but she felt nothing save her pleasure at meeting him, and it was only when he had moved on to her aunt that she was conscious once more of Amy Warlock's eyes, and wondered whether she had behaved badly in jumping up to meet him.
As she considered this her anger and her confusion at her anger increased.

She saw that Martin was talking to her aunt and did not look at her.

Perhaps he also had thought her forward; of course that horrid sister of his would think everything that she did wrong.

But did he?
Surely he understood.