"So you have come, Anthony," she said, extending a white hand to him. "I hope you had a pleasant journey."
He helped her to take off her cloak, and she seated herself, as if by right, in the most comfortable chair in the room. The fire leaped and sparkled in the grate and brought millions of rays from the diamonds in her hair and on her neck.
"How cosy you are here!" she said. "It was a horrid party—so dull! That is why I came home early."
"You would like some tea?" said Lady Jane.
"Yes, please. Oh, thank you," as Anthony rang the bell. "It is pleasant to see you home again."
Lady Jane stooped and kissed her tenderly.—p. 206.
"He is leaving us very soon," said Lady Jane, and her tones were again cold and measured. "He feels it his duty to go to nurse his Uncle Wilton."
"Why?" said the young woman, lifting her eyebrows. "Is there no one at Washington to look after him? Or is the lot of a diplomat so friendless?"