Yet the bird, if he knew, doubtless rejoiced in his fate! Shirley's hand, thrice laid down, and there you have the length of that velvet cap, plume and all.

Her profile, as she half turned away, must awaken regret that Reynolds and Gainsborough paint no more; yet let us be practical: Sargent, in this particular, could not serve us ill.
Her annoyance at finding herself lingering to listen to him was marked in an almost imperceptible gathering of her brows.

It was all the matter of an instant.

His heart beat fast in his joy at the sight of her, and the tongue that years of practice had skilled in reserve and evasion was possessed by a reckless spirit.
She nodded carelessly, but said nothing, waiting for him to go on.
"But when I wait for people they always come--even in a strange pergola!" he added daringly.

"Now, in Geneva, not long ago--" He lost the profile and gained her face as he liked it best, though her head was lifted a little high in resentment against her own yielding curiosity.