Then he saw Bertram, and, starting, made as if he would pass the entrance to the gallery, and Blanche turned her surprised glance upon her husband.

Bertram's hand was tightly closed on the glasses he held, and his face was tense and flushed, but he stepped forward with a cry: "Dick!" The newcomer moved toward him, and Blanche knew that he was the man who had brought dishonor upon her husband's family.
"This is a fortunate meeting," Bertram said, and his voice was cordial, though rather strained.

"Blanche, here's my cousin, Dick Blake." Blake showed no awkwardness.

Indeed, on the whole, he looked amused; but his face grew graver as he fixed his eyes on Mrs.Challoner.
"Though I'm rather late, you'll let me wish you happiness," he said.
"I believe it will be yours.

Bertram's a good fellow; I have much to thank him for." There was a sincerity and a hint of affection in his tone, and Bertram looked uncomfortable.
"But how did you come here ?" Bertram asked, as if to turn the conversation from himself.