It will be quite impossible for
you to miss your way."
Mrs. Parker Bangs was beginning to explain elaborately that never,
under any circumstances, could he be a unit, when her niece
peremptorily interposed.
"That will do, aunt. Don't be silly. We are all units, except when
we make a crowd; which is what we are doing on this staircase at
this present moment, so that Miss Champion has for some time been
trying ineffectually to pass us. Do you golf to-morrow, Miss
Champion?"
Garth stood on one side, and Jane began to mount the stairs. He did
not look at her, but it seemed to Jane that his eyes were on the hem
of her gown as it trailed past him. She paused beside Miss Lister.
She knew exactly how effectual a foil she made to the American
girl's white loveliness. She turned and faced him. She wished him to
look up and see them standing there together. She wanted the artist
eyes to take in the cruel contrast. She wanted the artist soul of
him to realise it. She waited.
Garth's eyes were still on the hem of her gown, close to the left
foot; but he lifted them slowly to the lace at her bosom, where her
hand still lay.
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