Helen and Margaret Maynard went by on the far edge of that stream.

Across the hall he caught a glimpse of the flashing golden beauty of Bessy Bell.

Then near at hand he recognized Fanchon Smith, a petite, smug-faced little brunette, with naked shoulders bulging out of a piebald gown.

She espied Lane and her face froze.

Then there were familiar faces near and far, to which Lane could not attach names.
All at once he became aware that other of his senses besides sight were being stimulated.