I think they are.

I believe they are.

One has need to hope so.' Philip offered a polite affirmative, evidently formal.
Not a sign had he shown of noticing her state of scarlet.

His grave liquid eyes were unalterable.

She might have been grateful, but the reflection that she had made a step to unlock the antechamber of her dearest deepest matters to an ordinary military officer, whose notions of women were probably those of his professional brethren, impelled her to transfer his polished decorousness to the burden of his masculine antagonism-plainly visible.