That's certain.' Mr.Van Torp paused, and looked at his companion's empty cup.

Seeing that he was going to get up in order to give her more, she herself rose quickly and did it for herself.

He sat still and watched her, probably because the business side of his nature judged that he could be of no use.

The fur-lined cloak was now lying in the easy-chair, and there was nothing to break the sweeping lines of the black velvet from her dazzling shoulders to her waist, to her knee, to her feet.

Mr.Van Torp watched her in silence, till she sat down again.
'You know me well enough to understand that,' he said, going on.