Dora, who continued to play, watched him over the piano with an amusement not untinged with malice.

She was a tall fair girl, with several kinds of cleverness.

She did her hair quite beautifully, and she had a remarkable, effective, useful reticence.

Her father declared that Dora took in a great deal more than she ever gave out--an accomplishment, in Mr Milburn's eyes, on the soundest basis.

She looked remarkably pretty and had remarkably good style, and as she proceeded with her mazurka she was thinking, "He has never been asked here before: how perfectly silly he must feel coming so early!" Presently as Lorne grew absorbed in talk and forgot his unhappy chance, she further reflected, "I don't think I've ever seen him till now in evening dress; it does make him a good figure." This went on behind a faultless coiffure and an expression almost classical in its detachment; but if Miss Milburn could have thought on a level with her looks I, for one, would hesitate to take any liberty with her meditations.
However, the bell began to ring with the briefest intermissions, the maid in the cap to make constant journeys.