But she was pale now.

Her red lips half destroyed their exquisite curves in firm compression.

The moment had not quite come for action, when those lips must be true to herself, true to her purpose, even while they spoke words which might be misleading to others.
Mrs.Muir, with triumph, saw the glances of strong admiration turned toward her sister from every side.

Madge saw them also, but only to read in them the verdict she hoped to obtain from the kind blue eyes for whose coming she waited.
Standing with Mrs.Muir, facing the long hall down which Graydon must advance, she knew she would see him before he could recognize her.
How much of longing, of breathless interest, would be concentrated in those moments of waiting, she herself had never imagined till they were passing.
The stages began to arrive, with consequent bustle, and the hasty advance toward the office of men seeking to register their names early, in order to secure a choice of rooms.

At last she saw Graydon's tall form and laughing face, and for a second something approaching to faintness caused her to close her eyes.