For you don't love him.
You never loved him, you know." He made a snatch at her hand, absolutely pulled it away from under her head (it was quite startling) and retaining it in his grasp, proceeded to a paternal patting of the most impudent kind.

She let him go on with apparent insensibility.

Meanwhile his eyes strayed round the table over our faces.

It was very trying.

The stupidity of that wandering stare had a paralysing power.