There were green velvet benches all around it, and a great polished floor stretched away, shining in the light of chandeliers adorned with innumerable glass drops.

Miss Vivian stood a moment on the threshold; then she passed in, and they stopped in the middle of the place, facing each other, and with their figures reflected as if they had been standing on a sheet of ice.

There was no one in the room; they were entirely alone.
"Why don't you recognize me ?" Bernard murmured quickly.
"Recognize you ?" "Why do you seem to forget our meeting at Siena ?" She might have answered if she had answered immediately; but she hesitated, and while she did so something happened at the other end of the room which caused her to shift her glance.

A green velvet portiere suspended in one of the door-ways--not that through which our friends had passed--was lifted, and Gordon Wright stood there, holding it up, and looking at them.

His companions were behind him.
"Ah, here they are!" cried Gordon, in his loud, clear voice.
This appeared to strike Angela Vivian as an interruption, and Bernard saw it very much in the same light..