One might have thought her on the point of leaving instead of having just come.

The shadows were deepening in the corners of the room and about her half-shut eyes.
A long time she listened to the animated voices of the brothers.

At last the doors were pushed apart and they came out, Allan with his hand on Bernal's shoulder.
"There's your bag--now hurry upstairs--the maid will show you where." As Bernal went out, Nancy looked up at her husband with a manner curiously quiet.
"Well, Nance--" He stepped to the door to see if Bernal was out of hearing--"Bernal pleases me in the way he talks about the old gentleman's estate.

Either he is most reasonable, or I have never known my true power over men." Her face was inscrutable.

Indeed, she only half heard.
"Mrs.Covil has been telling me some of your broader views on divorce." The words shot from her lips with the crispness of an arrow, going straight to the bull's-eye.
He glanced quickly at her, the hint of a frown drawing about his eyes.
"Mrs.Covil should have been more discreet.