She will not be back until late in the afternoon.

This is the opportunity for which I have been waiting." She showed no signs of anger or, indeed, disturbance of any sort.

She laid her tiny white silk parasol upon the table and glanced at him coolly.
"Well," she said, "you have your way, then.

I am here." Draconmeyer looked at her long and anxiously.

Skilled though he was in physiognomy, closely though he had watched, for many months, the lights and shades, the emotional changes in her expression, he was yet, at that moment, completely puzzled.