Come to lunch now.

Sir John will not be in." Maurice tried in vain to talk as they drove slowly along to Mrs.
Costello's.

The street was full of people, and Lady Dighton amused herself by looking out for acquaintances, and saluting those they met.

A good many English were in Paris; and she had also a pretty large circle of French people with whom she was on friendly terms; so that she had quite enough occupation to prevent her noticing her cousin's silence.
But the moment the carriage stopped, she was ready to give her whole attention to him and his affairs; she gave him a little nod and smile full of sympathy as she went up the staircase, and the moment Claudine opened the door he perceived that he might leave everything in her hands with the most perfect confidence in her management.
There had been a little flutter of expectation in Lucia's mind for the last half-hour, in which she wondered her mother did not express more sympathy; and when, at last, the door opened, she was seized with a sudden tremor, and for an instant felt herself deaf and blind.

The moment passed, however, and there came sweeping softly into the room a little figure with golden hair and widely flowing draperies; a fair face with a pleasant smile, and a clear musical voice; these were the things that first impressed her as belonging to Maurice's formidable cousin.
Lady Dighton's first words were of course addressed to Mrs.
Costello--they seemed to Lucia to be a plea for a welcome, as Maurice's near relation--and then the two young women stood face to face and exchanged one quick glance.