Once in a while, after some witticism, he would look down, and his eyes would meet hers.

At last they came to the steps, and Carrie stood up on the first one, her hand head now coming even with his own.

He took her hand and held it genially.

He looked steadily at her as she glanced about, warmly musing.
At about that hour, Minnie was soundly sleeping, after a long evening of troubled thought.

She had her elbow in an awkward position under her side.