Captain Danton, with a delighted "Hallo!" grasped both his hands.
"Reginald, my dear boy, I am delighted, more than delighted, to see you.
Welcome to Canada, Sir Ronald; this is more than we bargained for." "I was surprised to find you here, Sir Ronald," said the young officer, shaking the baronet's hand cordially; "very happy to meet you again." Sir Ronald, with a dark flush on his face, bowed stiffly, in silence, and moved away.
Doctor Frank was introduced, made his bow, and retreated to Rose's sofa.
Capricious womanhood! Rose, that morning, had decidedly snubbed him; Rose, at noon, welcomed him with her most radiant smile.

Never, perhaps, in all his experience had any young lady listened to him with such flattering attention, with such absorbed interest.

Never had bright eyes and rosy lips given him such glances and smiles.

She hung on his words; she had eyes and ears for no one else, least of all for the supremely handsome gentleman who was her sister's betrothed, and who talked to her father; while Sir Ronald glowered over a book.
The ringing of the luncheon-bell brought Grace and Eeny, and all were soon seated around the Captain's hospitable board.
Lieutenant Reginald Stanford laid himself out to be fascinating, and was fascinating.

There was a subtle charm in his handsome face, in his brilliant smile and glance, in his pleasant voice, in his wittily-told stories, and inexhaustible fund of anecdote and mimicry.