"I knew you'd be happier for tea." "No one has ever been so thoughtful of me as you are," she said, gazing at him with grateful, troubled eyes.
"Let's hope that your luck is changing," he said gravely, gazing at her with eyes no less troubled.
Then Melchisidec scratched at the door and mewed.

Olivia let him in.
Purring in the friendliest way, he rubbed his head against Grey's leg.

He never treated Lord Loudwater with such friendliness.
William Roper chose a tree about forty yards from the pavilion and set his gun against the trunk.

Then he filled and lit his pipe, leaned back comfortably against the trunk, hidden by the fringe of undergrowth, and, with his eyes on the door of the pavilion, waited.

For Grey and Olivia, never dreaming of this patient watcher, the minutes flew; they had so many things to tell one another, so many questions to ask.