She wished him to look up and see them standing there together.

She wanted the artist eyes to take in the cruel contrast.

She wanted the artist soul of him to realise it.

She waited.
Garth's eyes were still on the hem of her gown, close to the left foot; but he lifted them slowly to the lace at her bosom, where her hand still lay.

There they rested a moment, then dropped again, without rising higher.
"Yes," said Mrs.Parker Bangs, "are you playing around with Mr.Dalmain to-morrow forenoon, Miss Champion ?" Jane suddenly flushed crimson, and then was furious with herself for blushing, and hated the circumstances which made her feel and act so unlike her ordinary self.