He, however, felt a momentary warmth in his face when Miss Barrington, stately as when he had first seen her in her rustling silk and ancient laces, came forward to greet him with her usual graciousness.

He knew that every eye was upon them, and guessed why she had done so much.
What she said was of no moment, but the fact that she had received him without sign of coldness was eloquent, and the man bent very respectfully over the little white hand.

Then he stood straight and square for a moment and met her eyes.
"Madam," he said, "I shall know whom to come to when I want a friend." Afterwards he drifted towards a group of married farmers and their wives, who, except for that open warranty, might have been less cordial to him, and presently, though he was never quite sure how it came about, found himself standing beside Maud Barrington.

She smiled at him, and then glanced towards one the open windows, outside which one or two of the older men were sitting.
"The room is very hot," said Winston tentatively.
"Yes," said the girl.

"I fancy it would be cooler in the hall." They passed out together into the shadowy hall, but a little gleam of light from the doorway behind them rested on Maud Barrington as she sat down.