"Look at her, all in white! Just look at the colour of her hair! There she is, going into the reception room.

Jove! I'm glad we are here, after all!" Hunterleys smiled a little wearily.

They passed on into the _salle a manger_.

The seats at the long dining-tables were not reserved, and they found a little table for two in a corner, which they annexed.

Hunterleys was in a grim humour, but his companion was in the wildest spirits.
Considering that he was placed where he could see Mr.Grex and his daughter nearly the whole of the time, he really did contrive to keep his eyes away from them to a wonderful extent, but he talked of her unceasingly.
"Say, I'm sorry for you, Sir Henry!" he declared.