At last, while he was still in the supper room, he heard Lady Glencora's name announced. He had already seen Mr. Palliser come in and make his way up-stairs some quarter of an hour before; but as to that he was indifferent. He had known that the husband was to be there. When the long-expected name reached his ears, his heart seemed to jump within him. What, on the spur of the moment, should he do? As he had resolved that he would be doing,--that something should be done, let it be what it might,--he hurried to the dining-room door, and was just in time to see and be seen as Lady Glencora was passing up the stairs. She was just above him as he got himself out into the hall, so that he could not absolutely greet her with his hand; but he looked up at her, and caught her eye. He looked up, and moved his hand to her in token of salutation. She looked down at him, and the expression of her face altered visibly as her glance met his. She barely bowed to him,--with her eyes rather than with her head, but he flattered himself that there was, at any rate, no anger in her countenance. How beautiful he was as he gazed up at her, leaning against the wall as he stood, and watching her as she made her slow way up the stairs! She felt that his eyes were on her, and where the stairs turned she could not restrain herself from one other glance. As her eyes fell on his again, his mouth opened, and she fancied that she could hear the faint sigh that he uttered. It was a glorious mouth, such as the old sculptors gave to their marble gods! And Burgo, if it was so that he had not heart enough to love truly, could look as though he loved. It was not in him deceit,--or what men call acting. The expression came to him naturally, though it expressed so much more than there was within; as strong words come to some men who have no knowledge that they are speaking strongly. At this moment Burgo Fitzgerald looked as though it were possible that he might die of love.

At last, while he was in the supper room, he heard Lady Glencora's name announced. He had already seen Mr. Palliser come in and make his way upstairs a quarter of an hour before. When the long-expected name now reached his ears, his heart seemed to jump. What should he do?
He hurried to the dining-room door, just in time to see and be seen as Lady Glencora was passing up the stairs. He looked up at her, and caught her eye, and moved his hand in salutation.
She looked down at him, and her expression altered visibly as her glance met his. She barely bowed to him, but he thought there was, at any rate, no anger in her face.
How beautiful he was as he gazed up at her, leaning against the wall and watching her as she made her slow way up the stairs! She felt that his eyes were on her, and where the stairs turned she could not restrain herself from one other glance. As her eyes fell on his again, his mouth opened, and she fancied that she could hear a faint sigh. It was a glorious mouth, such as the old sculptors gave to their marble gods! Burgo, though he had not heart enough to love truly, could look as though he loved. At this moment he looked as though he might die of love.
