If she were going into that branch of the art she ought to take lessons, the way Tessie Kearns did.

She now looked so mournful that he was almost moved to tell her this, but her eyes caught his at that moment and in them was a light so curious, so alive with hidden meanings, so eloquent of some iron restraint she put upon her own emotions, that he became confused and turned his gaze from hers almost with the rebuking glare of Henshaw.

She glanced quickly at him again, studying his face for the first time.

There had been such a queer look in this young man's eyes; she understood most looks, but not that one.
Henshaw was treating the late interruption as if it had not been.

"You see, Governor, the way we got the script now, they're in this tomb alone for the night--understand what I mean--and that's where the kick comes for the audience.