He smoked his cigarette without a sign of perturbation.

Save for a certain steeliness in his pale eyes, his habitually placid expression remained unaltered.
He walked in silence for a few moments, then without effort began to talk in a general strain of their journey of the previous day.

Had Isabel cared about the sleigh-ride?
If so, they would go again one day.
She lighted up in response with an animation which she had not displayed during the whole walk.

Her eyes shone a little, as with a far-off fire of gratitude.
"I should like it if you would, Stumpy," she said.
"Then we will certainly go," he said.

"I should enjoy it very much." Eustace came out of a somewhat sullen silence to throw a glance of half-reluctant approval towards his brother.