The pictures were unintelligible to her: she kept her face turned to the inharmonious shew of paint and gilding only because she shrank from looking at the people about.

Whenever she stood still, and any man approached and remained near her, she contemplated the wall fixedly, and did not dare to look round or even to stir until he moved away, lest he should be Conolly.
When she passed from the second room to the large one, she felt as though she were making a tremendous plunge; and indeed the catastrophe occurred before she had accomplished the movement, for she came suddenly face to face with him in the doorway.

He did not flinch: he raised his hat, and prepared to pass on.

She involuntarily put out her hand in remonstrance.

He took it as a gift at once; and she, confused, said anxiously: "We must not stand in the doorway.