The clear eyes and the fresh delicate colour, her firm white shoulders and her depth of bosom, forced him to think of her as wholesome.

He began to turn over in his mind his recollections of her case, recollections which he had been studious not to revive.
Halfway through the dinner Stella lost her uneasiness.

The lights, the ripple of talk, the company of men and women, the bright dresses had their effect on her.

It was as though after a deep plunge into dark waters she had come to the surface and flung out her arms to the sun.

She ceased to notice the scrutiny of the Pettifers.