He was her father's confidential man, and nothing could stay his upward course.
Bassett saw it all and guessed what they were thinking.

Sylvia flashed across his vision now and then.

He overheard people asking who she was, and he caught the answers, that she was a girl Mrs.Owen had taken up; a public school-teacher, they believed, the daughter of an old friend.
Sylvia, quite unconscious of this interest, saw that the figures she had done so much toward planning were enacted without a hitch.

The last one, the Pergola, with real roses, if you must know, well deserved Colonel Ramsay's compliment.

"You can't tell," said the Colonel in his best manner, "where the roses end and the girls begin!" It was two o'clock when Harwood, after taking Mrs.Owen down to supper, found himself free.