As Wilfrid seated himself in a dusky part of the room, he noticed that Beatrice was regarding him steadily.

She had not spoken since his return, and did not do so till she presently rose to say good-night.

To Wilfrid she used no form of words, merely giving him her hand; that other had been so cold, how hot this was! She laughed as she turned from him.
'What is the source of amusement ?' inquired Mr.Athel, who was standing by with his hands upon his hips.
'Indeed I don't know,' returned Beatrice, laughing again slightly.

'I sometimes laugh without cause.' Emily had passed upstairs and gone to her bedroom but a moment before, treading with quick soundless steps.

When Wilfrid left her in the summer-house, she stood unmoving, and only after a minute or two changed her attitude by putting her palms against her face, as if in the gloom she found too much light.