In favour of the man before her, they swung with ponderous obviousness.
"Then you'll marry him ?" said Traill.
She looked at him questioningly--raised eyebrows--the look of mute appeal.

You might have read anything behind her eyes--you might have read nothing.

Traill studied them wonderingly.
"You'll marry him--of course," he repeated.

He was taking the risk.
He might be forcing her to say yes.

He prepared himself for it.