About him, too, there was always a curious air of detachment.

Rosario was making the small conversation with his neighbor which the occasion seemed to demand, but he, too, appeared to talk as one who had more weighty matters troubling his brain.

It was a fancy of Arnold's, perhaps, but it was a fancy of which he could not rid himself.

He glanced towards his employer and a curious feeling of sympathy stirred him.

The man was unhappy and ill at ease.