Tavernake, however, noticed nothing.
For the greater part of the day he had been sedulously fighting against a new and unaccustomed state of mind.

He had found his thoughts slipping away, time after time, until he had had to set his teeth and use all his will power to keep his attention concentrated upon his work.

And now once more they had escaped, again he felt the strange stir in his blood.
The slight flush on his cheek grew suddenly deeper.

He looked past the girl opposite to him, out of the restaurant, across the street, into that little sitting-room in the Milan Court.

It was Elizabeth who was there in front of him.