Her clear eyes met his.
If there was anything unmistakable in Lane's look at her, it was not from any deception on his part.

He tried to look into her soul.

Her smile--a strange indolent little smile, remnant of excitement--faded from her face.

She stared, and she put an instinctive hand up to her somewhat dishevelled hair.

Then she passed on with her companion.
"Of all the nerve!" she exclaimed.