Julie and Miss Raynard were both there, with Pennell and another man from Donovan's camp.

Julie wore furs and had plainly just come in, for her cheeks were glowing with exercise.

Pennell was sitting next Miss Raynard, but Donovan, on a wooden camp-seat, just beyond where Julie sat in a big cushioned chair, looked out at him from almost under Julie's arm, as he bent forward.

The other man was standing by the table, teapot in hand.
One thinks quickly at such a time, and Peter's mind raced.

Something of the old envy and almost fear of Donovan that he had had first that day in the hospital came back to him.