If Mr.Lancaster's absorption in serious concerns left her life more sombre than she had expected, at least she let no one know it.

Association with a man like Mr.Lancaster had steadied and elevated her.

His high-mindedness had lifted her above the level of her worldly mother and of many of those who constituted the set in which she lived.
He admired her immeasurably.

He was constantly impressed by the difference between her and her shallow-minded and silly mother, or even between her and such a young woman as Mrs.Wentworth, who lived only for show and extravagance, and appeared in danger of ruining her husband and wrecking his happiness.
It was Mrs.Lancaster who descended from her carriage as Keith passed by.

Just as she was about to enter the shop, a well-knit figure with square shoulders and springy step, swinging down the street, caught her eye.