They told me you had come here, and I looked about for you." "The others are inside," she decided to say.
"I didn't come for the others," he promptly returned.
She looked away; Lord Warburton was watching them; perhaps he had heard this.

Suddenly she remembered it to be just what he had said to her the morning he came to Gardencourt to ask her to marry him.

Mr.Osmond's words had brought the colour to her cheek, and this reminiscence had not the effect of dispelling it.

She repaired any betrayal by mentioning to each companion the name of the other, and fortunately at this moment Mr.
Bantling emerged from the choir, cleaving the crowd with British valour and followed by Miss Stackpole and Ralph Touchett.

I say fortunately, but this is perhaps a superficial view of the matter; since on perceiving the gentleman from Florence Ralph Touchett appeared to take the case as not committing him to joy.