In set phrase, and as one who performs a duty frigidly pleasant, he congratulated her on her rumored union.

One hand was in his buttoned coat; the other hung elegantly loose: not a feature betrayed emotion.

He might have spoken it in a ballroom.

To Cornelia, who exulted in self-compression, after the Roman method, it was more dangerous than a tremulous tone.
"You know me too well to say this, Mr.Barrett." The words would come.

She preserved her steadfast air, when they had escaped, to conceal her shame.