Her beauty, passive before, became active.

Her bunting fluttered.

Her flags began to fly.
The door opened, but Helen's smiling glance was disappointed.

The two auditors entered.
One was grey, the other was young; but each had the same pale, incurious air of detachment.

They reminded Mary of two astronomy professors of her college days, two men who had just such an air of detachment, who always seemed to be out of their element in the daylight, always waiting for the night to come to resume the study of their beloved stars.
"I have sent for our treasurer, Mr.Woodward," said Mary.