Glancing around, I saw the young man.

We went on with our conversation, Delia rallying herself, as I could see, with an effort.

But she talked no longer from thought, only from memory--uttering mere truisms and common-places.

She put on more animation, and affected a deeper interest; but I was not deceived.
We were still in conversation, when Wallingford joined us.

I saw him fix his eyes, as they met, searchingly upon her face, and saw her eyes droop away from his.