We were their age once--and it's no use making a fuss--and that's all I've got to say about it." With that characteristic defense of his own conduct, Mr.Vanstone sauntered back to the greenhouse to smoke another cigar.
"I didn't say so to papa," said Norah, taking her mother's arm on the way back to the house, "but the bad result of the acting, in my opinion, will be the familiarity it is sure to encourage between Magdalen and Francis Clare." "You are prejudiced against Frank, my love," said Mrs.Vanstone.
Norah's soft, secret, hazel eyes sank to the ground; she said no more.
Her opinions were unchangeable--but she never disputed with anybody.

She had the great failing of a reserved nature--the failing of obstinacy; and the great merit--the merit of silence.

"What is your head running on now ?" thought Miss Garth, casting a sharp look at Norah's dark, downcast face.

"You're one of the impenetrable sort.

Give me Magdalen, with all her perversities; I can see daylight through her.