At the noise, Sylvia forgot her cloak and her little spirit of vexation, and ran to the half-door of the shop.

Philip followed because she went.

Hester looked on with passive, kindly interest, as soon as she had completed her duty of measuring.

One of those girls whom Sylvia had seen as she and Molly left the crowd on the quay, came quickly up the street.

Her face, which was handsome enough as to feature, was whitened with excess of passionate emotion, her dress untidy and flying, her movements heavy and free.