No one expects irony from a woman.' Peak found it difficult not to gaze too persistently at the subtle countenance.

He was impelled to examine it by a consciousness that he himself received a large share of Miss Moorhouse's attention, and a doubt as to the estimation in which she held him.

Canon Grayling's sermon and Godwin's comment had elicited no remark from her.

Did she belong to the ranks of emancipated women?
With his experience of Marcella Moxey, he welcomed the possibility of this variation of the type, but at the same time, in obedience to a new spirit that had strange possession of him, recognised that such phenomena no longer aroused his personal interest.

By the oddest of intellectual processes he had placed himself altogether outside the sphere of unorthodox spirits.