He contented himself with walking back to her mother's lodging with her almost in silence.

The little winding streets were still and empty; there was no sound but the chatter and laughter of Blanche and her attendant swain.

Angela said nothing.
This incident presented itself at first to Bernard's mind as a sort of declaration of war.

The girl had guessed that she was to be made a subject of speculative scrutiny.

The idea was not agreeable to her independent spirit, and she placed herself boldly on the defensive.