Her eyes no longer met his.

She moved a little on one side and took up an ornament from an ormolu table.
"I wish that you meant it," he murmured.
"I do!" she whispered, almost under her breath.
Brooks suddenly forgot many things, but Nemesis intervened.

There was the sound of much rustling of silken skirts, and--Lady Caroom's poodle, followed by herself, came round the angle of the drawing-room.
"My dear Sybil," she exclaimed, "do come and tie Balfour's ribbon for me.

Marie has no idea of making a bow spread itself out, and pink is so becoming to him.

Thanks, dear.