Then she led Lane to the far corner, to another couple, manifestly disturbed from their rather close and familiar position in a window seat.

These also were strangers to Lane.

They did not get up, and they were not interested.
In fact, Lane was quick to catch an impression from all, possibly excepting Miss Bell, that the courtesy of drawing rooms, such as he had been familiar with as a young man, was wanting in this atmosphere.
Lane wondered if it was antagonism toward him.

Helen drew Lane back toward her other friends, to the lounge where she seated herself.

If the situation had disturbed her equilibrium in the least, the moment had passed.