I will!' Caroline denied nothing--confirmed nothing, just as the Countess had stated nothing.

Yet they understood one another perfectly.

Women have a subtler language than ours: the veil pertains to them morally as bodily, and they see clearer through it.
The Countess had no time to lose.

Wrath was in her heart.

She did not lend all her thoughts to self-defence.
Without phrasing a word, or absolutely shaping a thought in her head, she slanted across the sun to Mr.Raikes, who had taken refreshment, and in obedience to his instinct, notwithstanding his enormous pretensions, had commenced a few preliminary antics.
'Dear Mr.Raikes!' she said, drawing him aside, 'not before dinner!' 'I really can't contain the exuberant flow!' returned that gentleman.