So already she figured the potential distinction in the set of his shoulders and the carriage of his head.

It might have been translated in simple terms of integrity and force by anyone who looked for those things.

Miss Milburn was incapable of such detail, but she saw truly enough in the mass.
Lorne, on the opposite sofa, looked at her across the town's traditions of Milburn exclusiveness.

Oddly enough, at this moment when he might have considered that he had overcome them, they seemed to gather force, exactly in his line of vision.

He had never before been so near Dora Milburn, and he had never before perceived her so remote.