The blood rushed to his face, and then retired to leave him deadly pale, but Agnes was more composed, and did not let her heart's tides mount to high-water mark.

On seeing her self-possession, the man became ashamed that he had lost his own, and strove to conceal his momentary lapse into a natural emotion, by pushing forward an arm-chair.
"This is a surprise, Agnes," he said in a voice which he strove vainly to render steady.

"Won't you sit down ?" "Thank you," and she took her seat like a queen on her throne, looking fair and gracious as any white lily.

What with her white dress, white gloves and shoes, and straw hat tied under her chin with a broad white ribbon in old Georgian fashion, she looked wonderfully cool, and pure, and--as Lambert inwardly observed--holy.

Her face was as faintly tinted with color as is a tea-rose, and her calm, brown eyes, under her smooth brown hair, added to the suggestive stillness of her looks.