The foolish frizzle of bacon sang in his ears as he walked from end to end of the room; an illusion of his fancy pricked by a frost-edged appetite.

But the anticipated contest with Diana checked and numbed the craving.
Was Warwick a man to proceed to extremities on a mad suspicion ?--What kind of proof had he?
Redworth summoned the portrait of Mr.Warwick before him, and beheld a sweeping of close eyes in cloud, a long upper lip in cloud; the rest of him was all cloud.

As usual with these conjurations of a face, the index of the nature conceived by him displayed itself, and no more; but he took it for the whole physiognomy, and pronounced of the husband thus delineated, that those close eyes of the long upper lip would both suspect and proceed madly.
He was invited by Danvers to enter the dining-room.
There Diana joined him.
'The best of a dinner on bread and butter is, that one is ready for supper soon after it,' she said, swimming to the tea-tray.

'You have dined ?' 'At the inn,' he replied.
'The Three Ravens! When my father's guests from London flooded The Crossways, The Three Ravens provided the overflow with beds.

On nights like this I have got up and scraped the frost from my window-panes to see them step into the old fly, singing some song of his.