Her red hair, her green eyes, and carmined lips, the white of her voluptuous neck and arms, united in a singular effect of allurement that Lane felt with scorn and melancholy.
Helen nodded to Blair and Lane, and evidently dragged at her escort's arm to hold him from passing on.
"Look who's here! Daren, old boy--and Blair," she called, and she held the officer back.

The malice in her green glance did not escape Lane, as he bowed to her.

She gloried in that situation.

Captain Thesel had to face them.
It was Blair's hand that stiffened Lane.

They halted, erect, like statues, with eyes that failed to see Thesel.