His loathing of any shadow of the lie was a protest on behalf of Welsh blood against an English charge, besides the passion for spiritual cleanliness: without which was no comprehension, therefore no enjoyment, of Nature possible to him.

For Nature is the Truth.
He begged the countess to let him have the letter; he held to the petition, with supplications; he spoke of his pledged word, his honour; and her countenance did not deny to such an object as she beheld the right to a sense of honour.

'We all have the sentiment, I hope, Mr.
Woodseer,' she said, stupefying the worshipper, who did not see it manifested.

There was a look of gentle intimacy, expressive of common grounds between them, accompanying the dead words.

Mistress of the letter, and the letter safe under lock, the admiral dead, she had not to bestow a touch of her hand on his coatsleeve in declining to return it.
A face languidly and benevolently querulous was bent on him, when he, so clever a man, resumed his very silly petition.
She was moon out of cloud at a change of the theme.