These directions to look here and there irritated her, as interruptions irritate a person absorbed in thought, although she was not thinking of anything.

She was annoyed with all that was said, and with the aimless movements of people's bodies, because they seemed to interfere with her and to prevent her from speaking to Terence.

Very soon Helen saw her staring moodily at a coil of rope, and making no effort to listen.

Mr.Flushing and St.John were engaged in more or less continuous conversation about the future of the country from a political point of view, and the degree to which it had been explored; the others, with their legs stretched out, or chins poised on the hands, gazed in silence.
Mrs.Ambrose looked and listened obediently enough, but inwardly she was prey to an uneasy mood not readily to be ascribed to any one cause.
Looking on shore as Mr.Flushing bade her, she thought the country very beautiful, but also sultry and alarming.

She did not like to feel herself the victim of unclassified emotions, and certainly as the launch slipped on and on, in the hot morning sun, she felt herself unreasonably moved.