Never more than glanced; yet this did not seem to be the result of shyness; rather it indicated a lack of mental activity, of speculation, of interest in her as a human being.
One morning he lingered at the luncheon-table when nearly all the others had withdrawn, playing with crumbs, and doubtless shrinking from the _ennui_ that lay before him until dinner-time.

Near him, Mrs.
Denyer, Barbara, and Zillah were standing in conversation about some photographs that had this morning come by post.
"This one isn't at all like you, my dear," said Mrs.Denyer, with emphasis, to her eldest girl.

"The other is passable, but I wouldn't have any of these." "Well, of course I am no judge," replied Barbara, "but I can't agree with you.

I much prefer this one." Mr.Musselwhite was slowly rising.
"Let us take some one else's opinion," said the mother.

"I wonder what Mr.Musselwhite would say ?" The mention of his name caused him to turn his head, half absently, with an inquiring smile.