His gaze was fixed on Mrs.Willoughby.Her veil was down, and he seemed trying to read her face behind it.

As he passed he threw a quick, vivid glance at Girasole.

It was not a pleasant glance by any means, and was full of quick, fierce, and insolent scrutiny--a "Who-the-devil-are-you ?" glance.

It was for but an instant, however, and then he glanced at Mrs.Willoughby again, and then he had passed.
The ladies soon reached their home, and at once retired to Mrs.
Willoughby's room.

There Minnie flung herself upon the sofa, and Mrs.
Willoughby sat down, with a perplexed face.
"What in the world _are_ we to do ?" said she.
"I'm sure _I_ don't know," said Minnie.