For all this there was no speech—not even a nod of recognition. Only a movement of surprise, followed by embarrassment.
Luckily the lamp was of oil, making it difficult to read the expression on their faces.
So thought Julia Girdwood; and so too her mother.
Cornelia cared not. She had no shame to conceal.
But Louis Lucas liked the obscurity; for it was he who was in charge.
He had dropped down upon the seat, opposite to the gentleman who had shot his Newfoundland dog!
It was not a pleasant place; and he instantly changed to the stall that should have been occupied by Mr Swinton.
He did this upon pretence of sitting nearer to Mrs Girdwood.
And thus Maynard was left without a vis-à-vis.
His thoughts also were strange. How could they be otherwise? Beside him, with shoulders almost touching, sate the woman he had once loved; or, at all events, passionately admired.