It was well worth all the nudging that it called forth.
But when Mrs.Linton had picked it up from the ledge, beginning to oscillate it in front of her fair face, the nudging ceased.

People looked at the thing with eyes wide with astonishment, but with lips mute.
A more satisfactory evening she had never spent, Mrs.Linton felt; and now the fan was hanging down among the brocaded flowers of her dress, making them look tawdry as she left the box, and noticed how at least two men were lying in wait for her party.

There was, however, a frankness in Herbert Courtland's strategy which George Holland's did not possess.

Mr.Courtland was looking directly at her; Mr.Holland was pretending to be engrossed in conversation with a man in one of the end stalls.
She lifted a finger and Courtland went to her side.

The difficulties of the jungle along the banks of the Fly River were trifling compared with the obstacles he had to overcome in obeying her.
"I had no idea that you would be here," she said.
"Where else should I be ?" he said, in so low a tone as to be heard only by her.
"We are so glad," said Mrs.Linton.