That was the right way, Helen, my dear." "We had quite a houseful for our party," Miss Pierce remarked, after this self-approval.

"And that reminds me that I must tell you about whom you meet to-day." Then the next ten minutes were consumed in naming and describing the two fashionable New York girls and their brother, who made the party then assembled.
During this time Peter's eyes strayed from Watts's shapely back, and took a furtive glance at Miss Pierce.

He found that she was looking at him as she talked, but for some reason it did not alarm him, as such observation usually did.

Before the guests were properly catalogued, Peter was looking into her eyes as she rambled on, and forgot that he was doing so.
The face that he saw was not one of any great beauty, but it was sweet, and had a most attractive way of showing every change of mood or thought.

It responded quickly too, to outside influence.