The sudden descent of these gentlemen upon the still lingering echoes of Miss Caroline Smith's critical and explanatory remarks embarrassed Maggie.

Not so Miss Smith.

She kissed both the aunts with an emphasis that they apparently appreciated for they smiled and Aunt Anne laid her hand affectionately upon the girl's sleeve.

Maggie, watching, felt the strangest little pang of jealousy.

That was the way that she should have behaved, been warm and demonstrative from the beginning--but she could not.
Even now she stood back in the shadows of the room, watching them all with large grave eyes, hoping that they would not notice her.
With Mr.Warlock and his son also Miss Smith seemed perfectly at home, chattering, laughing up into young Warlock's eyes, as though there were some especial understanding between them.