Then she waited with her eyes gazing into his.

Slumberous green depths, slowly lighting, they seemed to Lane.

Her presence thus, her brazen challenge, affected him powerfully, but he had no thrill.
"Aren't you going to kiss me ?" she asked.
"Helen, why didn't you write me you had broken our engagement ?" he counter-queried.
The question disconcerted her somewhat.

Drawing back from close contact with him she took hold of his sleeves, and assumed a naive air of groping in memory.

She used her eyes in a way that Lane could not associate with the past he knew.