You never could tell about this girl.

Whatever it was, it made him uneasy.
Outside he wished to take her home in a taxi-cab, but she would not hear to this.

"We'll use the town-car, Gaston," she announced with a flash of her old manner as she waved to an on-coming street-car.

During the long ride that followed she was silent but restless, tapping her foot, shifting in her seat, darting her head about.

The one thing she did steadily was to clutch his arm.
During the walk from the car to the Montague house she twice indulged in her little dance step, even as she clung to the arm, but each Lime she seemed to think little of it and resumed a steady pace, her head down.
The house was dark.