But the colour stained her cheeks, and her blush was the blush of a girl.
A movement of the Duchess recalled him to a sense of his social duty.

He turned courteously to her with extended hand.
"I trust," he said, "that I may be forgiven my temporary fit of aberration.

I cannot thank you sufficiently, Duchess, for your kind invitation." Her answering smile was a little dubious.
"I am sure," she said "that we are delighted to welcome back amongst us so old and valued a friend.

I suppose you know every one ?" Mr.Sabin looked searchingly around, exchanging bows with those whose faces were familiar to him.

But between him and the Prince of Saxe Leinitzer there passed no pretense at any greeting.