Thus all things were openly treated; all had an air of being on the surface; the communications passing between Mrs.Warwick and the Hon.

Percy Dacier might have been perused by all the world.

None but that portion of it, sage in suspiciousness, which objects to such communications under any circumstances, could have detected in their correspondence a spark of coming fire or that there was common warmth.
She did not feel it, nor did he.

The position of the two interdicted it to a couple honourably sensible of social decencies; and who were, be it added, kept apart.

The blood is the treacherous element in the story of the nobly civilized, of which secret Diana, a wife and no wife, a prisoner in liberty, a blooming woman imagining herself restored to transcendent maiden ecstacies--the highest youthful poetic--had received some faint intimation when the blush flamed suddenly in her cheeks and her heart knelled like the towers of a city given over to the devourer.
She had no wish to meet him again.