It gave immense effect to her other resources.

She opened the secretary with the key she had quickly found, then with the aid of another rattled out a small drawer; after which she pushed the drawer back, closing the whole thing.
"You terrify me--you terrify me," she again said.
"How can you say that when you showed me just now how well you know me?
Wasn't it just on account of what you thought I might do that you took out the keys as soon as you came in ?" Harold's manner had a way of clearing up whenever he could talk of himself.
"You're too utterly disgusting--I shall speak to your father," with which, going to the chair he had given up, his mother sank down again with her heavy book.

There was no anger, however, in her voice, and not even a harsh plaint; only a detached accepted disenchantment.

Mrs.
Brookenham's supreme rebellion against fate was just to show with the last frankness how much she was bored.
"No, darling mummy, you won't speak to my father--you'll do anything in the world rather than that," Harold replied, quite as if he were kindly explaining her to herself.

"I thank you immensely for the charming way you take what I've done; it was because I had a conviction of that that I waited for you to know it.