Here, too, there were several people standing about, but none whom, even for an instant, Sylvia could have mistaken for her friends.
"How quickly they must have hurried on," she thought, her heart beginning to beat faster.

"I do think they might have waited a little.

They must have missed me by now." No use delaying in _this_ room.

Sylvia hurried on, finding herself now in that part of the palace devoted to ancient pottery and other antiquities, uninteresting to a child.

The rooms through which she passed were much less crowded than those containing pictures.