His own mood was heavy; it failed to answer this lightness from her.

It is hard to know what he expected, what his unconscious blood expected for him; but it was not this.

If he had little wisdom about the hearts of women, he had less about their behaviour.

She said nothing more, but inclined her head in an angle of deference and expectation toward what he should further communicate.
"I don't know that I have ever told you much about my life in Scotland," he went on.

"It has always seemed to me so remote and--disconnected with everything here.