It was a favourite word with Mrs Milburn--outre.

She used it like a lorgnette, and felt her familiarity with it a differentiating mark.

Mr Milburn, never so susceptible to delicate distinctions, looked upon the young Englishman with benevolent neutrality.

Dora wished it to be understood that she reserved her opinion.

He might be all that he seemed, and again he might not.