After a moment's hesitation she yielded up her place, and moving backwards, seated herself upon an empty divan.

Rapidly the thoughts began to form themselves in her mind.

Her delicate eyebrows drew closer together in a distinct frown.

After that first shock, that queer turmoil of feeling, beyond analysis, yet having within it some entirely unexpected constituent, she found herself disposed to be angry.

The sensation had not subsided when a moment or two later she was conscious that the man whose coming had proved so disturbing was standing before her.
"Good afternoon," he said, a little stiffly.
She raised her eyes.