And yet he did not look at her haughtily, or with defiance, but with an aspect which showed that he was ashamed of nothing that he had done,--whether he had done anything that he ought to be ashamed of or no.
"Clara," said the countess, in a voice which fell with awful severity on the poor girl's ears, "you had better return to the house with me." "Yes, mamma." "And shall I wait on you to-morrow, Lady Desmond ?" said Fitzgerald, in a tone which seemed to the countess to be, in the present state of affairs, almost impertinent.

The man had certainly been misbehaving himself; and yet there was not about him the slightest symptom of shame.
"Yes; no," said the countess.

"That is, I will write a note to you if it be necessary.

Good morning." "Good-bye, Lady Desmond," said Owen.

And as he took off his hat with his left hand, he put out his right to shake hands with her, as was customary with him.