They smiled back,--the gentlemen bowing slightly, the ladies making a sketch of a curtsy.

All were glad that Fair View house was open once more, and were kindly disposed toward the master thereof.
The eyes of that gentleman were no longer for the gay parterre.

Between it and the door, in uncushioned pews or on rude benches, were to be found the plainer sort of Darden's parishioners, and in this territory, that was like a border of sober foliage to the flower-bed in front, he discovered whom he sought.
Her gaze had been upon him since he passed the minister's pew, where she stood between my Lady Squander's ex-waiting-woman and the branded schoolmaster, but now their eyes came full together.

She was dressed in some coarse dark stuff, above which rose the brown pillar of her throat and the elusive, singular beauty of her face.

There was a flower in her hair, placed as he had placed the rosebuds.