He stared at her.
And she, seeing the look, laughed in pure happiness, knowing what was in his mind, and knowing her own mind very well.

'I puzzle you ?' she said.
'You do,' he answered.

'What are you doing here?
And why have you taken up with that lawyer?
And why are you dressed, child--' 'Like this ?' she said, rising, and sitting down again.

'You think it is above my station ?' He shrugged his shoulders, declining to put his views into words; instead, 'What does it all mean ?' he said.
'What do you suppose ?' she asked, averting her eyes for the first time.
'Well, of course--you may be here to meet Dunborough,' he answered bluntly.

'His mother seems to think that he is going to marry you.' 'And what do you think, sir ?' 'I ?' said Sir George, reverting to the easy, half-insolent tone she hated.