But, yes, I'll have a bath and come down in time for something to eat.

I'd rather come down; please don't wait for me.' They did, however, and she was very late.

The windows in the drawing-room were widely open to the evening air, and the lamps had not yet been lit; and when Helen came she made Althea think a little of a beautiful grey moth, hovering vaguely in the dusk.
Captain Merton dined with them that evening, and young Harry Evans, son of a neighbouring squire; and Herbert Vaughan was still at Merriston, the masculine equivalent of Mildred and Dorothy, an exquisitely appointed youth, frank and boisterous, with charming, candid eyes, and the figure of an Adonis.

These young men's eyes were fixed upon Helen as they took their places at the dinner-table, though not altogether, Althea perceived, with admiration.

Helen, wherever she was, would always be centre; things and people grouped themselves about her; she made the picture, and she was the focus of interest.