He wondered if he should see some look which was not quite normal in her eyes and hear some unearthly note in her voice.

Physically the effect upon her had been good, but might he not be aware of the presence of some mental sign?
"I think you'll be amazed when you see her, my lord," said Dowie, who met him.

"I am myself, every day." She led him up to the Tower room and when he entered it Robin was sitting by a window sewing with her eyelids dropped as he had pictured them.

The truth was that Dowie had not previously announced him because she had wanted him to come upon just this.
Robin rose from her chair and laid her bit of sewing aside.

For a moment he almost expected her to make the little curtsey Mademoiselle had taught her to make when older people came into the schoolroom.