They're not the kind of words that a man speaks without thought of what they mean.' Clara had seated herself by the table, and was moving a finger along the pattern of the dirty white cloth.

She bit her under-lip in the manner already described, seemingly her habit when she wished to avoid any marked expression of countenance.
'I can't see what Mr.Kirkwood's got to do with it at all,' she said, with indifference, which now, however, was rather good-humoured than the reverse.

'I'm sure I don't want anybody to answer for _me_.' A slight toss of the head.

'You'd have let me go in any case, father; so I don't see you need bring Mr.Kirkwood's name in.' Hewett turned away to the fireplace and hung his head.

Sidney, gazing darkly at the girl, saw her look towards him, and she smiled.