They touched hands, Dexter frowning, and Hendrickson slightly embarrassed.

Mrs.Dexter entirely herself, smiling, talkative, and with an exterior as unruffled as a mountain lake.
"How long will you remain ?" she asked, speaking to Mr.Hendrickson.
"Several days." "Ah! I am pleased to hear you say so.

I left some very pleasant friends at Saratoga, but yours is the only familiar face I have yet seen here." "I saw Mr.and Mrs.Florence just now," said Mr.Dexter.
"Did you ?" "Yes.

There they are, at the lower end of the parlor.

Do you see them ?" Mrs.Dexter turned her eyes in the direction indicated by her husband, and replied in an indifferent manner: "Oh, yes." "Mrs.Florence is looking at you now.