Her attitude was one of affected unconcern; she held her head stiffly, and let her eyes wander to the farther end of the room.

The expression of her face was cold, preoccupied; she bit her lower lip so that the under part of it protruded.
'Where have you been, Clara ?' her father asked.
She did not answer immediately, but finished drawing off her gloves and rolled them up by turning one over the other.

Then she said indifferently: 'I've been to see Mrs.Tubbs.' 'And who gave you leave ?' asked Hewett with irritation.
'I don't see that I needed any leave.

I knew she was coming here to speak to you or mother, so I went, after work, to ask what you'd said.' She was not above the middle stature of women, but her slimness and erectness, and the kind of costume she wore made her seem tall as she stood in this low-ceiled room.

Her features were of very uncommon type, at once sensually attractive and bearing the stamp of intellectual vigour.