No more entertaining of _him_ to be done; one might be thankful for that mercy.

Miss Boyce and her mother would, he supposed, be down directly.

They had gone up to dress at nine.
It was the night of the Maxwell Court ball, and the carriage had been ordered for half-past ten.

In a few minutes he would see Miss Boyce in her new dress, wearing Raeburn's pearls.

He was extraordinarily observant, and a number of little incidents and domestic arrangements bearing on the feminine side of Marcella's life had been apparent to him from the beginning.