One man beside her looked at her
quickly when Sydney Fellowes entered the room, possibly he had reason to
suppose that Fellowes loved her and might prove no mean rival, but it
seemed evident that he was not the man expected to-night. Sydney
Fellowes bowed over her hand presently, murmured some conventional
phrase, and passed on; but from a corner, and unobserved, he watched
her. When she passed into another room he followed her at a distance,
and took note of every man and woman with whom she talked. He saw that
she was restless, for who was there who could understand her moods
better than he did? How often had he sat beside her, learning to read
her thoughts in the blue eyes which were more beautiful than any other
eyes in the world.
She was standing in the doorway between two rooms when he saw her start
suddenly, and, following the direction of her eyes, he saw Sir John
Lanison. He had just entered the room, and was explaining his presence
to his sister, Lady Bolsover, who was evidently surprised to see him. He
turned to greet several acquaintances, and then, seeing his niece,
advanced towards her. He looked at her a little curiously, realising for
the first time, perhaps, how beautiful she was.
Pages:
228
229
230
231
232
233
234
235
236
237
238
239
240
241
242
243
244
245
246
247
248
249
250
251
252