She sank upon a low chair as if overcome with weariness.

Mrs.Lessingham had nothing to learn in the arts wherewith social intercourse is kept smooth in spite of nature's improprieties.
When she chose, she could be the awe-inspiring chaperon, no less completely than she was at other times the contemner of the commonplace.
"So you leave us to-morrow, Mr.Elgar?
I have just met Mr.Spence, and heard the news from him.

I am glad you could find a moment to call.

You are going to be very busy, I hear, for the rest of the winter." "I hope so," Elgar replied, walking across the room to fetch his half-emptied teacup.
"We shall look eagerly for the results of your work." For ten minutes the conversation kept a rather flat course.

Cecily only spoke when addressed by her aunt; then quite in her usual way.