Hirst looked too.

His eyes fell upon Rachel, and he bowed to her.
"I rather think Rachel's in love with me," he remarked, as his eyes returned to his plate.

"That's the worst of friendships with young women--they tend to fall in love with one." To that Hewet made no answer whatever, and sat singularly still.

Hirst did not seem to mind getting no answer, for he returned to Mr.Bax again, quoting the peroration about the drop of water; and when Hewet scarcely replied to these remarks either, he merely pursed his lips, chose a fig, and relapsed quite contentedly into his own thoughts, of which he always had a very large supply.

When luncheon was over they separated, taking their cups of coffee to different parts of the hall.
From his chair beneath the palm-tree Hewet saw Rachel come out of the dining-room with the Flushings; he saw them look round for chairs, and choose three in a corner where they could go on talking in private.