We are most anxious--indeed we are most anxious, are we not, Edith ?--to have you come." Burton turned his head and glanced toward the girl.

She had raised her veil.

Her eyes met his, met his question and evaded it.

She studied the pattern of the carpet.

When she looked up again, her cheeks were pink.
"Mr.Burton will be very welcome," she said.
There was a short silence in the room.