"Oh, she is better.
" "And you?" he said, shaking himself.
She took his hand in both of hers, and drew it to her waist, never taking her eyes off him.
"Well, I'm glad," he said, coldly scanning her, her hair, her dress, which he knew she had put on for him.
All was charming, but how many times it had charmed him! And the stern, stony expression that she so dreaded settled upon his face.