His voice was like that of one who greets a loving mistress.

His gaze clung to her.
'I have come to bring you this!' Emily replied, putting upon the table the heavy envelope.

'It is the money we owe you.' Dagworthy laughed, but his eyes were gathering trouble.
'You owe me nothing,' he said, affecting easiness.
'How do you mean that ?' Emily gave him a direct look.

Her manner had now nothing of fear, nor even the diffidence with which she had formerly addressed him.

She spoke with a certain remoteness, as if her business with him were formal.