He rose and took his place near the door, his face pale, his lips set, regardless of all observers.

Cordis, with whom he was unacquainted save by sight, stood near by, good-humouredly smiling, and greeting the people as they passed out.
In general, Madeline liked well enough the excitement of electing between rival suitors, but she would rather, far rather, have avoided this public choice tonight.

She had begun to be sorry for Henry.

She was as long as possible about closing the melodeon.

She opened and closed it again.