I certainly expect you to dine with us to-night.

Margaret will no doubt be here." Margaret Pettifer had taken little part in the conversation about the tea-table.

She sat in frigid hostility, speaking only when politeness commanded.

She accepted her brother's invitation with a monosyllable.
"Thank you," said Stella, and she faced Henry Thresk, looking him straight in the eyes but not daring to lay any special stress upon the words: "Then I shall see you to-night." Thresk read in her face a prayer that he should hold his hand until she had a chance to speak with him.

She turned away and went from the room with Dick Hazlewood.
The old man rose as soon as the door was closed.
"Now we might have a look at the miniatures, Mr.Thresk.You will excuse us, Margaret, won't you ?" "Of course," she answered upon a nod from her husband.