She talked on about the wedding, and he listened soberly and assentingly.
"Well, it will be your turn next, Francis," said she, with a sly graciousness, and the young man reddened, and laughed constrainedly.
Francis seldom glanced at Lois, but it was as if her little figure in the window was all he saw in the room.

She seemed so near his consciousness that she shut out all else besides.

Lois did not look at him, but once in a while she put up her hand and arranged the hair on her forehead, and after she had done so felt as if she saw herself with his eyes.

The air was growing cool; presently Lois coughed.
"You'd better come away from that window," said Mrs.Field, speaking out suddenly.
There was no solicitude in her tone; it was more like harsh command.
Everybody looked at Lois; Francis with an anxious interest.

He partly arose as if to make room for her on the sofa, but she simply moved her chair farther back.