She conceals it very well if it exists.
However, I am indifferent.

The virtue of the violet is its own reward, perhaps, for the rose always wins." He crossed the room toward Mrs.Sydney Bamborough, who was standing near the mantelpiece.

Her left hand was hanging idly by her side.

He took the white fingers and gallantly raised them to his lips, but before they had reached that fount of truth and wisdom she jerked her hand away.
M.de Chauxville laughed--the quiet, assured laugh of a man who has read in books that he who is bold enough can win any woman, and believes it.
He was of those men who treat and speak of women as a class--creatures to be dealt with successfully according to generality and maxim.

It is a singular thing, by the way, that men as a whole continue to disbelieve in a woman's negative--singular, that is, when one reflects that the majority of men have had at least one negative which has remained a negative, so far as they were concerned, all the woman's life.
"I am aware," said M.de Chauxville, "that the rose has thorns.