The impression she might be able to make on him would be in some sense an earnest of her future.
Suddenly, something undefinable--a slight sound, a current of air--made her turn her head.

To her amazement she saw a young man in the doorway looking at her with smiling eyes, and quietly drawing off his gloves.
She sprang up with a feeling of annoyance.
"Mr.Wharton!" "Oh!--must you ?"--he said, with a movement of one hand, as though to stop her.

"Couldn't you stay like that?
At first I thought there was nobody in the room.

Your servant is grappling with my bags, which are as the sand of the sea for multitude, so I wandered in by myself.

Then I saw you--and the fire--and the room.