She was not in any way shy.

She seemed to rule all around her with a sort of high-bred dominance, all the more remarkable as she was greatly agitated and as pale as snow.
In the great hall were several servants, the men standing together near the hall door, and the women clinging together in the further corners and doorways.

A police superintendent had been talking to Miss Trelawny; two men in uniform and one plain-clothes man stood near him.
As she took my hand impulsively there was a look of relief in her eyes, and she gave a gentle sigh of relief.

Her salutation was simple.
"I knew you would come!" The clasp of the hand can mean a great deal, even when it is not intended to mean anything especially.

Miss Trelawny's hand somehow became lost in my own.