I knew it, and it was strange how soon I had learned to know it.

She stopped in front of the office, then she went on towards the porch, and turning she came into the parlor, first looking towards the front of the room and then towards the place where I stood.
The light from a window near me fell directly upon her as she approached me, and I could see that there was a slight flush on her face, but before she reached me it had disappeared.

She did not greet me.

She did not offer me her hand.

In fact, from what afterwards happened, I believe that she did not consider me at that moment a fit subject for ordinary greeting.