The flush remained warm upon her cheeks.
'Thyrza!' whispered Gilbert, when the musicians were in their places, and the preliminary twanging and screeching of instruments under correction had begun.

'There's Mr.Egremont!' 'Is he?
Where ?' 'Do you see that tall lady in the red cloak?
No, more to the left; there's a bald man on the other side of him.' 'Yes, I see him.' She waited a moment, then repeated the news to Lydia, with singular indifference.

Then she began to gaze in quite other directions.

The instrumental uproar continued.
'Oh dear!' said Lydia, with a wry face.

I'm sure that kind of music won't do your head any good.