She was not startled.

In her innocent soul she did not realize that this was a sign of the depth of her love for him.

He rose and met her half-way across the hall; took her hand and held it while they walked back to the exedra, and gazed at her face for evidence that her sojourn in this house had been unhappy or otherwise; noted that she had let down her hair and braided it; observed every infinitesimal change that can attract only the lover's eye.
"Sit," he said, giving her a place beside him.

"I came of habit to see you.

Of habit, I was interrupted.