She flung a charm so magical around her that he was insensibly attracted by it, yet he was not the least in love--nothing was further from his thoughts.

He could not help seeing that, after a fashion, she treated him differently from her other guests.

He could not have told why or how; he felt only a certain subtle difference; her voice seemed to take another tone in addressing him, her face another expression as though she regarded him as one quite apart from all others.
The dinner-party was a success, as was every kind of entertainment with which Philippa L'Estrange was concerned.

When the visitors rose to take their leave, Norman rose also.

She was standing near him.
"Do not go yet, Norman," she said; "it is quite early.