In the minds of both the thought of Lady Merton emerged.
Anderson scorned to ask, "Have you said anything to them ?" and Delaine was conscious of a nervous fear lest he should ask it.

In the light of the countenance beside him, no less than of the event of the day, his behaviour of the morning began to seem to him more than disputable.

In the morning he had seemed to himself the defender of Elizabeth and the class to which they both belonged against low-born adventurers with disreputable pasts.

But as he stood there, confronting the "adventurer," his conscience as a gentleman--which was his main and typical conscience--pricked him.
The inward qualm, however, only stiffened his manner.

And Anderson asked nothing.