He, who was prepared already, could watch her countenance change from placid, if grave, thought, to the awakening of surprise, to startled recognition; he could see the colour die upon her cheeks, flee from her lips; he could observe the great heartthrobs which shook her and left her bosom quivering.

He did not uncover his head; conventional courtesies have their season.

It seemed very long before they ceased to look into each other's eyes, but at length hers fell.
'Is it possible that you are living in London ?' were Wilfrid's first words.

He could affect no distance of manner.

To him all at once it was as though they had parted a few days ago.
'Yes,' she answered simply.