Was she going out?
he asked.
She admitted that she had been on the point of going across the street to make a call which had been too long delayed, but wouldn't he come in.

No, he would not detain her; he would call again.

But he lingered a moment on the steps while, standing on the threshold, she played with a button of a glove.

Suddenly he raised his eyes and regarded her in a quite particular manner.

She was suddenly absorbed with her glove, but he fancied that her cheek slightly flushed.