The Count of Monte Cristo

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avoided coming within speaking distance, Valentine arranged so that
Maximilian could see her pass and repass, and each time she went by, she
managed, unperceived by her companion, to cast an expressive look at
the young man, which seemed to say, "Have patience! You see it is not
my fault." And Maximilian was patient, and employed himself in mentally
contrasting the two girls,--one fair, with soft languishing eyes, a
figure gracefully bending like a weeping willow; the other a brunette,
with a fierce and haughty expression, and as straight as a poplar. It is
unnecessary to state that, in the eyes of the young man, Valentine did
not suffer by the contrast. In about half an hour the girls went away,
and Maximilian understood that Mademoiselle Danglars' visit had at last
come to an end. In a few minutes Valentine re-entered the garden alone.
For fear that any one should be observing her return, she walked slowly;
and instead of immediately directing her steps towards the gate, she
seated herself on a bench, and, carefully casting her eyes around, to
convince herself that she was not watched, she presently arose, and
proceeded quickly to join Maximilian.