"Begin the world afresh.
Perhaps your friends will come forward." And he looked calmly toward Colville.

Mrs.St.Pierre Lawrence's face suddenly flushed, and she turned away toward the door.

Turner rose, laboriously, and opened it.
"There is another staircase through this side door," he said, opening a second door, which had the appearance of a cupboard.

"You can avoid the crowd." They passed out together, and Turner, having closed the door behind them, crossed the room to where a small mirror was suspended.

He set his tie straight and smoothed his hair, and then returned to his chair, with a vague smile on his face.
Colville took the vacant seat in Mrs.St.Pierre Lawrence's brougham.
She still held a handkerchief in her hand.
"I do not mind for myself," she exclaimed, suddenly, when the carriage moved out of the court-yard.