No flowers, no music, no embroidery-frame, no work-table.

Lucretia had none of the sweet feminine habits which betray so lovelily the whereabout of women.

All was formal and precise, like rooms which we enter and leave,--not those in which we settle and dwell.
Lucretia herself is changed; her air is more assured, her complexion more pale, the evil character of her mouth more firm and pronounced.
Gabriel, still a mere boy in years, has a premature look of man.

The down shades his lip.

His dress, though showy and theatrical, is no longer that of boyhood.