But he did not finish.

Abel Newt was perfectly silent.

He glided away with Grace Plumer into grateful gloom, and her ears, exquisitely apprehensive, caught from his lips not a word further.
Lawrence Newt rose as Hope requested, and they moved away.

She found her aunt, and stood by her side.

The young men were brought up and presented, and submitted their observations upon the weather, asked her how she liked New York--were delighted to hear that she would pass the next winter in the city--would show her then that New York had some claim to attention even from a Bostonian--were charmed, really, with Mr.Bowdoin Beacon and--and--Mr.Alfred Dinks; at mention of which name they looked in her face in the most gentlemanly manner to see the red result, as if the remark had been a blister, but they saw only an unconscious abstraction in her own thoughts, mingled with an air of attention to what they were saying.
"Miss Hope," said Lawrence Newt, who approached her with a young woman by his side, "I want you to know my friend Amy Waring." The two girls looked at each other and bowed.