But I hope Miss Tyrrell is better ?' 'Quite herself again.

Shall we walk up to the house ?' 'I have broken in upon your reading.' She exhibited the volume; it was Buskin's 'Sesame and Lilies.' 'Ah! you got it; and like it ?' 'On the whole.' 'That is disappointing.' Annabel was silent, then spoke of another matter as they walked up from the lake.
This Mr.Egremont had not the look of a man who finds his joy in the life of Society.

His clean-shaven face was rather bony, and its lines expressed independence of character.

His forehead was broad, his eyes glanced quickly and searchingly, or widened themselves into an absent gazing which revealed the imaginative temperament.

His habitual cast of countenance was meditative, with a tendency to sadness.