She was quite certain afterward that she had not betrayed herself by any emotion; that, as seemed her only course, she had risen and walked straight to the piano, her fingers just touching Sir Edwin's offered arm; that she had seated herself, and begun mechanically to take off her gloves, without one single word having been exchanged between them.
The young man took his place behind her chair.

She never looked toward him--never paused to think how he had come there, or to wonder over the easy conscience of the world, which had readmitted him into the very society whence he had lately been ignominiously expelled.

Her sole thought was that there was a song to be sung and she had to sing it, and go back as fast as she could into some safe hiding-place.

Having accomplished this, she rose.
"Not yet, pray; one more song.

Surely you know it--'Love in thine eyes.'" As the voice behind her--a voice so horribly familiar, said this, Christian turned round.