He looked up with relief as Henry entered the room, and Sylvia turned to him, still with her manners fully in evidence.
"Mr.Whitman, this is Miss Abrahama White's niece," said she.
She bowed stiffly herself as Henry bowed.

He was accustomed to Sylvia's company manners, but still he was not himself.

He had never seen a girl like this, and he was secretly both angry and alarmed to note the difference between her and Sylvia, and all women to which he had been used.

However, his expression changed directly before the quick look of pretty, childish appeal which the girl gave him.

It was Rose's first advance to all men whom she met, her little feeler put out to determine their dispositions towards her.