Her sweet, frank eyes looked into mine; her pure, beautiful face had a delicate flush of delight, and I--God help me!--forgot everything while by her side.
We were all in the library.

How I thanked God afterward that Clare had not felt well enough to have the engravings sent to her room, as I proposed! We sat round the large center-table on which the folios lay open, Sir John, who took great delight in such things, explaining to Lady Thesiger.

I was showing Agatha those I liked best, when quite unexpectedly, Coralie entered the room.
The moment I saw her face I knew that she meant mischief.

Surely, woman's face never had so hard, so wicked a look before.
Sir John rose and bowed.

Lady Thesiger looked, as she always did in the presence of mademoiselle, constrained and annoyed.