As they talked, she allowed her eyes to rest first on one speaker and then on the other, as if she were following each word of the discussion.

As a matter of fact she was rehearsing with an inner voice the tone of Wayne's voice when he had said that he loved her.
Then suddenly she decided that she would be much happier alone in her own room.

She rose, patted her grandfather on the shoulder, and prepared to escape.

He, not wishing to be interrupted at the moment, patted her hand in return.
"Hello!" he exclaimed.

"Hands are cold, my dear." She caught Farron's cool, black eyes, and surprised herself by answering: "Yes; but, then, they always are." This was quite untrue, but every one was perfectly satisfied with it.
As she left the room Mr.Lanley was saying: "Yes, I don't want to go to Blackwell's Island.