To Serena he spoke with the gentle courtesy which marks a man's behaviour to women when love and grief dwell together in his heart.
"Our friend Judas ?" he said, stepping up to the model.

"Finished at last ?" "Something like it." Glazzard replied, tapping the back of his hand with a tool.
"Discontented, as usual! I know nothing about this kind of thing, but I should say it was very good.

Makes one uncomfortable--doesn't it, Mrs.
Glazzard?
Do something pleasanter next time." "Precisely what I was saying," fell from Serena.
They talked awhile, and Mrs.Glazzard left the room.
"I want to know your mind on a certain point," said Denzil.

"Mrs.Wade has been asking me to bring her together with your wife and you.

Now, what is your feeling ?" The other stood in hesitation, but his features expressed no pleasure.
"What is _your_ feeling ?" he asked, in return.
"Why, to tell you the truth, I can't advise you to make a friend of her.