One instantly likened this rare young creature to a rare old painting.
Genevra smiled securely in her supposed aloofness from the world.

Then, suddenly moved by a strange impulse, she gently waved her handkerchief, as if in greeting to some one far off in the gloaming.

The action was a mischievous one, no doubt, and it had its consequences--rather sudden and startling, if the observers were to judge by her subsequent movements.

She lowered the glass instantly; there was a quick catch in her breath--as if a laugh had been checked; confusion swept over her, and she drew back into the shadows as a guilty child might have done.
They distinctly heard her murmur as she crossed the flags and disappeared through the French window, without seeing them: "Oh, dear, what a crazy thing to do!" Genevra, peering through the glasses, had discovered the figure of Chase on the bungalow porch.

She was amused to find that he, from his distant post, was also regarding the chateau through a pair of glasses.