There was for the moment a dead silence.

The soft patter of cards no longer fell upon the table.

The eyes of every one were turned upon the newcomers.

And he, leaning upon his stick, looked only for one person, and having found her, took no heed of any one else.
"Lucille!" She rose from her seat and stood with hands outstretched towards him, her lips parted in a delightful smile, her eyes soft with happiness.
"Victor, welcome! It is like you to have found me, and I knew that you would come." He raised her fingers to his lips--tenderly--with the grace of a prince, but all the affection of a lover.

What he said to her none could hear, for his voice was lowered almost to a whisper.