She looked straight at their own villa, half-way up the side of the mountain.

The most familiar view seen framed through glass has a certain unfamiliar distinction, and she grew calm as she gazed.

Then she remembered that she was in the presence of some one she did not know well, and she turned and looked at Mrs.Flushing.

Mrs.Flushing was still sitting on the edge of the bed, looking up, with her lips parted, so that her strong white teeth showed in two rows.
"Tell me," she said, "which d'you like best, Mr.Hewet or Mr.Hirst ?" "Mr.Hewet," Rachel replied, but her voice did not sound natural.
"Which is the one who reads Greek in church ?" Mrs.Flushing demanded.
It might have been either of them and while Mrs.Flushing proceeded to describe them both, and to say that both frightened her, but one frightened her more than the other, Rachel looked for a chair.

The room, of course, was one of the largest and most luxurious in the hotel.