"If you will excuse me, I'll go downstairs again; I won't intrude." Her pale face flushed as she listened to him.

Innocently supposing that she had made her little offer of hospitality in too cold a manner, she looked at Benjulia with a timid and troubled smile.

"Pray wait here till my aunt comes back," she said.

"Zo will amuse you, I'm sure." Zo seconded the invitation by hiding the stick, and laying hold again on her big friend's coattails.
He let the child drag him into the room, without noticing her.

The silent questioning of his eyes had been again directed to Carmina, at the moment when she smiled.
His long and terrible experience made its own merciless discoveries, in the nervous movement of her eyelids and her lips.