But still there was a cold and sharp levity in the tone of the man of the world that prevented the charm sinking below the surface.

To Mrs.Leslie he seemed unconsciously to betray a laxity of principle; to Evelyn, a want of sentiment and heart.

Lady Vargrave, who did not understand a character of this description, listened attentively, and said to herself, "Evelyn may admire, but I fear she cannot love him." Still, time passed quickly in Lumley's presence, and Caroline thought she had never spent so pleasant an evening.
When Lord Vargrave retired to his room, he threw himself in his chair, and yawned with exceeding fervour.

His servant arranged his dressing-robe, and placed his portfolios and letter-boxes on the table.
"What o'clock is it ?" said Lumley.
"Very early, my lord; only eleven." "The devil! The country air is wonderfully exhausting.

I am very sleepy; you may go." "This little girl," said Lumley, stretching himself, "is preternaturally shy.