She said, "My brother," and he answered: "Oh, yes," as I moved away.

I hated the man and I could not keep my eyes off him and her.

I went and stood against the mantel-piece.

The Duc de Mersch bore down upon them, and I welcomed his interruption until I saw that he, too, was intimate with her, intimate with a pomposity of flourishes as irritating as Gurnard's nonchalance.
I stood there and glowered at them.

I noted her excessive beauty; her almost perilous self-possession while she stood talking to those two men.