This surely is one of them!" At this moment Christina's eye met Rowland's and before giving him any sign of recognition she glanced rapidly at his companions.

She saw Roderick, but she gave him no bow; she looked at Mrs.Hudson, she looked at Mary Garland.

At Mary Garland she looked fixedly, piercingly, from head to foot, as the slow pace at which she was advancing made possible.
Then suddenly, as if she had perceived Roderick for the first time, she gave him a charming nod, a radiant smile.

In a moment he was at her side.

She stopped, and he stood talking to her; she continued to look at Miss Garland.
"Why, Roderick knows her!" cried Mrs.Hudson, in an awe-struck whisper.
"I supposed she was some great princess." "She is--almost!" said Rowland.