She was with Henry, of course, behind that Spanish leather screen.

He hardly even noticed that Moravia was a very pretty woman, most wonderfully dressed; but he felt she was a powerful unit in his game of getting Sabine to Arranstoun, and so he endeavored to make himself agreeable to her.
Presently, in the general move, Lord Fordyce and his lady love emerged with two other people they had been talking to, and Henry came up to Michael with outstretched hand.
He was awfully glad to see him, he said.

Then this estranged husband and wife were face to face.
It was a wonderful moment for both of them, and with all the schooling that each one had been through, it was extremely difficult to behave naturally.

Michael did not fight with himself, except to keep from all outward expression; he knew he was simply overcome with emotion; but Sabine continued to throw dust in her own eyes.

The sudden wild beating of her heart she put down to every other reason but the true one.