She looked first at Miss Raeburn--then at Aldous.
"Will you take me away ?" she said, going up to him; "I am tired--take me to your room." He put her hand inside his arm, and they pushed their way through the crowd.

Outside in the passage they met Hallin.

He had not seen her before, and he put out his hand.

But there was something distant in his gentle greeting which struck at this moment like a bruise on Marcella's quivering nerves.

It came across her that for some time past he had made no further advances to her; that his first eager talk of friendship between himself and her had dropped; that his _acceptance_ of her into his world and Aldous's was somehow suspended--in abeyance.