He innocently caught her in the act of looking at him.

A younger woman, or a woman of weaker character, would have looked away again.

Stella's noble head drooped; her eyes sank slowly, until they rested on her long white hands crossed upon her lap.
For a moment more Romayne looked at her with steady attention.
He roused himself, and spoke to Lord Loring in lowered tones.
"Have you known Miss Eyrecourt for a long time ?" "She is my wife's oldest and dearest friend.

I think, Romayne, you would feel interested in Stella, if you saw more of her." Romayne bowed in silent submission to Lord Loring's prophetic remark.
"Let us look at the pictures," he said, quietly.
As he moved down the gallery, the two priests met him.

Father Benwell saw his opportunity of helping Penrose to produce a favorable impression.
"Forgive the curiosity of an old student, Mr.Romayne," he said in his pleasant, cheerful way.