"Good-afternoon, Mr.Allen," she said.
Lucy had sprung up quickly.

She was very white.

Horace said good-afternoon perfunctorily, and looked at Rose.
Mrs.Ayres caught up the bowl of candy.

"Let me offer you some, Mr.
Allen," she said.

"It is home-made candy, and quite harmless, I assure you." Her fair, elderly face confronted him smilingly, her voice was calm.
"Thank you," said Horace, and took a sugared almond.
Lucy made a movement as if to stop him, but her mother laid her hand with gentle firmness on her arm.