Sleep well, Miss Lister.

Good-night, Dal." Garth was on the step below them, handing Pauline's aunt a letter she had dropped.
"Good-night, Miss Champion," he said, and for one instant his eyes met hers, but he did not hold out his hand, or appear to see hers half extended.
The three women mounted the staircase together, then went different ways.

Miss Lister trailed away down a passage to the right, her aunt trotting in her wake.
"There's been a tiff there," said Mrs.Parker Bangs.
"Poor thing!" said Miss Lister softly.

"I like her.

She's a real good sort.