I wondered--" She had picked up one of the roses from a vase close at hand, and was twirling it between her fingers.

For some reason or other she seemed ill at ease.

Hunterleys watched her silently.

She was very pale, but since his coming a slight tinge of pink colour had stolen into her cheeks.

She had received him in a very fascinating garment of blue silk, which was really only a dressing-gown.