Some were dressed in white flannels and were carrying racquets under their arms, some were short, some tall, some were only children, and some perhaps were servants, but they all had their standing, their reason for following each other through the hall, their money, their position, whatever it might be.

Terence soon gave up looking at them, for he was tired; and, closing his eyes, he fell half asleep in his chair.

Rachel watched the people for some time longer; she was fascinated by the certainty and the grace of their movements, and by the inevitable way in which they seemed to follow each other, and loiter and pass on and disappear.

But after a time her thoughts wandered, and she began to think of the dance, which had been held in this room, only then the room itself looked quite different.

Glancing round, she could hardly believe that it was the same room.