She relapsed into a dignified silence and a few minutes later was discovered working with some show of enthusiasm.
The judge was nervous and fidgety.

He made a pretence to read, but it was plain to see that his mind was not on his book.

He kept leaving his chair to go and look at the clock; then he would lay the volume aside and wander from room to room like a lost soul.
His thoughts were on the dock at Hoboken.
By noon every little detail had been attended to and there was nothing further to do but sit and wait for the arrival of Stott and Shirley.

They were to be expected any moment now.

The passengers had probably got off the steamer by eleven o'clock.