The professor had been a widower for a long time.
"She doesn't look just a girl," muttered Renouard.

The other agreed.
Very likely not.

Had been playing the London hostess to tip-top people ever since she put her hair up, probably.
"I don't expect to see any girlish bloom on her when I do have the privilege," he continued.

"Those people are staying with the Dunster's _incog._, in a manner, you understand--something like royalties.

They don't deceive anybody, but they want to be left to themselves.