When he got to David's the store was still open, but the clerk said, "David has just gone," and James, as was his wont, walked straight to the parlor.
Donald was there; he had guessed that, because a carriage was in waiting, and he knew it could belong to no other caller at David Cameron's.

And never had Donald roused in him such an intense antagonism.

He was going to some National Celebration, and he stood beside Christine in all the splendid picturesque pomp of the McFarlane tartans.

He was holding Christine's hand, and she stood as a white lily in the glow and color of his dark beauty.

Perhaps both of them felt James' entrance inopportune.