Wasn't it half an hour ago, Scott ?" with a rising inflection that conveyed something of warning, something of an appeal.

But on Scott's face the sullen disconcerted expression had not entirely faded, and his sister inspected him curiously.

Then without knowing why, exactly, she turned and looked at Kathleen.
There was a subdued and dewy brilliancy in Kathleen's eyes, a bright freshness to her cheeks, radiantly and absurdly youthful; and something else--something so indefinable, so subtle, that only another woman's instinct might divine it--something invisible and inward, which transfigured her with a youthful loveliness almost startling.
They looked at one another.

Geraldine, conscious of something she could not understand, glanced again at her sulky brother.
"What's amiss, Scott ?" she asked.

"Has anything gone wrong anywhere ?" Scott, pretending to be very busy untangling Grandcourt's cast from the branches of a lusty young birch, said, "No, of course not," and the girl, wondering, turned to Kathleen, who sustained her questioning eyes without a tremor.
"What's the matter with Scott ?" asked his sister.