When she opened them again they rested upon Miss Wildmere.
This young lady understood the art of making an impressive and almost triumphal entry on new scenes.

Therefore she had been in no haste.
Indeed, haste had no place among her attributes: it was ungraceful and usually not effective.

When, therefore, the crowd had passed on, and there was a comparatively clear space in the hall, she advanced down it at Graydon's side as if her mind was wholly engrossed with their lively chat.

Never for a second was she unconscious of the attention they attracted.

Graydon was one at whom even men would turn and look as he passed, and she believed that there was none other who could keep step with him like herself.