And yet he continued to sit there from moment to moment, arrested, detained, fascinated, by the accident of her not looking round--of her having let him watch her so long.

She turned another page, and another, and her reading absorbed her still.

He was so near her that he could have touched her dress with the point of his umbrella.

At last she raised her eyes and rested them a while on the blue horizon, straight in front of her, but as yet without turning them aside.

This, however, augmented the danger of her doing so, and Bernard, with a good deal of an effort, rose to his feet.