Mary shyly stole a look at him from time to time.
"Well," he said at last, stooping to his neighbour, "what are you thinking of ?" "I think she is a dream!" said Mary, flushing with the pleasure of being able to say it.

They were great friends, he and she, and to-night somehow she was not a bit afraid of him.
Aldous's eye sparkled a moment; then he looked down at her with a kind smile.
"If you suppose I am going to let you sit here all night, you are very much mistaken.

Marcella gave me precise instructions.

I am going off this moment to find somebody." "Mr.Raeburn--don't!" cried Mary, catching at him.

But he was gone, and she was left in trepidation, imagining the sort of formidable young man who was soon to be presented to her, and shaking at the thought of him.
When the dance was over Marcella returned to Miss Raeburn, who was standing at the door into the corridor and had beckoned to her.