The only thing that seemed to worry Ruth was that you had not told her enough.

If I remember right, she said you were very shy." "And she did not say anything about--" Jack stopped.

He had not intended to put the question quite in this way, although he was still in doubt.
Give this keen-eyed, white-haired old lady but an inkling of what was uppermost in his mind and he knew she would have its every detail.
"About what ?" Here Miss Felicia's eyes were suddenly diverted, and became fastened on the short figure of Mr.Isaac Cohen, who had risen to his feet and stood talking in the most confidential way with Morris--Peter listening intently.

Such phrases as "Better make the columns of marble," from Morris, and, "Well, I will talk it over with the Rabbi," from the tailor, reached his ears.

Further relief came when Miss Felicia rose from her chair with her hand extended to Morris, who was already taking leave of Peter and all danger was passed when host and hostess conducted the tailor and the architect to the door; Morris bending over Miss Felicia's hand and kissing it with the air of a courtier suddenly aroused by the appearance of royalty (he had been completely immersed in Cohen's talk), and the tailor bowing to her on his way out without even so much as touching the tips of her fingers.
"There, my dear Breen," said Peter, when he had adjusted his cravat before the glass and brushed a few stray hairs over his temples, "that's a man it would do you an immense amount of good to know; the kind of a man you call worthwhile.