She did not advance to claim her sister; she was content to single out her childish figure as one of a nearer group.

She tarried, as a worshipper who, entering church at prayer-time, waits before walking forward.

Alec stood beside his unknown lady, whose servitor he felt himself to be, and looked about him with no common interest.

About thirty people were clad in white; there were a few others in ordinary clothes; but it was impossible to tell just how many of these latter were there or with what intent they had come.

A young man in dark clothes, who stood near the last comers peered at them very curiously: Alec saw another man sitting under a tree, and gained the impression, from his attitude, that he was suffering or perplexed.