The contrast of her heroic brother and a luxurious idle lord scattering blood of bird or stag, and despising the soldier's profession, had a singular bitter effect, consequent on her scorn of words to defend the man her heart idolized.

This last of young women for weeping wept in the lady's presence.
The feminine trick was pardoned to her because her unaccustomed betrayal of that form of enervation was desired.

It was read as woman's act of self-pity over her perplexity: which is a melting act with the woman when there is no man to be dissolved by it.

So far Lady Arpington judged rightly; Carinthia's tears, shed at the thought of her brother under the world's false judgement of him, left her spiritless to resist her husband's advocates.

Unusual as they were, almost unknown, they were thunder-drops and shook her.
All for the vivid surface, the Dame frets at stresses laid on undercurrents.