Even Lizzie Acton, in spite of her fine little chatter and laughter, appeared sad.

Even Clifford Wentworth, who had extreme youth in his favor, and kept a buggy with enormous wheels and a little sorrel mare with the prettiest legs in the world--even this fortunate lad was apt to have an averted, uncomfortable glance, and to edge away from you at times, in the manner of a person with a bad conscience.

The only person in the circle with no sense of oppression of any kind was, to Felix's perception, Robert Acton.
It might perhaps have been feared that after the completion of those graceful domiciliary embellishments which have been mentioned Madame M; auunster would have found herself confronted with alarming possibilities of ennui.

But as yet she had not taken the alarm.

The Baroness was a restless soul, and she projected her restlessness, as it may be said, into any situation that lay before her.