They were but heavenly orbs.
The lady's elbow was on an arm of her chair, her forefinger at her left temple.

Her mind was away, one might guess; she could hardly be interested in talk of soldiering and of foreign army systems, jealous English authorities and officials, games, field-sports.

She had personal matters to think of.
Adieu until to-morrow to the homes she inhabited! The street was a banishment and a relief when Weyburn's first interview with Lord Ormont was over.
He rejoiced to tell his previous anticipations that he had not been disappointed; and he bade hero-worshippers expect no gilded figure.

We gather heroes as we go, if we are among the growing: our constancy is shown in the not discarding of our old ones.

He held to his earlier hero, though he had seen him, and though he could fancy he saw round him.
Another, too, had been a hero-lover.