Madelon entered and found Dorothy Fair in the north parlor.
Eugene had been sitting in there with his Shakespeare book, and he had opened the door, bowing and wishing her good-day, with his courtly grace of manner, although his handsome face was pale.
Dorothy was pale, also, under her blue-ribboned bonnet.

She courtesied on trembling knees, and spoke like a scared child, in spite of her training and genteel deportment.

"Can I see your sister ?" she said, in a half-whisper, and she did not raise her blue eyes to Eugene's face.
Eugene looked past her.

"I see her coming now across the field," he said; "she has seen you and will be here presently." Then he bade her enter, and made way for her, like a courtier for a princess, and seated her in the north parlor in the best rocking-chair, as if it were a throne.

Then he sat down opposite her, with his Shakespeare book still on his knees.