In the intervals when no one spoke, they heard far off the low murmur of the sea, as the waves quietly broke and spread the beach with a film of water, and withdrew to break again.

The cool green light fell through the leaves of the tree, and there were soft crescents and diamonds of sunshine upon the plates and the tablecloth.

Mrs.Thornbury, after watching them all for a time in silence, began to ask Rachel kindly questions--When did they all go back?
Oh, they expected her father.

She must want to see her father--there would be a great deal to tell him, and (she looked sympathetically at Terence) he would be so happy, she felt sure.

Years ago, she continued, it might have been ten or twenty years ago, she remembered meeting Mr.Vinrace at a party, and, being so much struck by his face, which was so unlike the ordinary face one sees at a party, that she had asked who he was, and she was told that it was Mr.Vinrace, and she had always remembered the name,--an uncommon name,--and he had a lady with him, a very sweet-looking woman, but it was one of those dreadful London crushes, where you don't talk,--you only look at each other,--and although she had shaken hands with Mr.Vinrace, she didn't think they had said anything.