Mariette gave him a nod and smile, and he was introduced to various men who bowed without any change of expression, and to a girl, who smiled carelessly, and turned immediately towards Philip, hanging over the back of her chair.
Elizabeth pointed to a seat beside her, and gave him tea.

They talked of London a little, and his first impressions.

All the time he was trying to grasp the identity of the woman speaking with the woman he had parted from in Canada.

Something surely had gone?
This restrained and rather cold person was not the Elizabeth of the Rockies.

He watched her when she turned from him to her other guests; her light impersonal manner towards the younger men, with its occasional touch of satire; the friendly relation between her and the parson; the kindly deference she showed the old Lord Lieutenant.