At last she did catch that he was telling her that never had she been more beautiful or had brighter eyes.
"This place must suit you even better than Carlsbad," he said.
She answered laughingly and led the way toward the gate and so across the causeway and on into her own sitting-room where they would find tea.
She supposed afterwards that she had talked sensibly, but never had any recollection of what she had said.
The room was looking singularly beautiful with the wonderful coloring of the splendid curtains, and the tapestry and dark wood.

And it was a homely place, too, with quantities of book-cases and comfortable chairs for all its vast size.

Michael thought there was a faint look of his own room at Arranstoun--and he joined the two who had advanced to one of the huge embrasures of the windows where the tea table was laid--here there were velvet-covered window seats where one could lounge and gaze out at the sea.
"What an exquisite place!" he exclaimed.

"It reminds me of Arranstoun, does it not you, Henry ?--although that is not near the sea." The color deepened in Sabine's cheeks--had she unconsciously made it resemble that place?
She did not know, and the suggestion struck her with surprise.
Michael had recognized her of course, she saw that, but he was a gentleman and intended to play the game.

That was an immense relief.